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                    “Would you like me to wash your back, bella?”
                    Samara swung around, her eyes widening at the sight of Luciano filling up the bathroom doorway. Jesus, what was with all the men in her life and their constant kitty-ninja-mutant stealth? She shook her head, backing away as he stepped forward. “Didn’t you already shower?”
                    He smiled and, God in heaven, she melted. “Yes, but I’m not exactly opposed to taking another one.” His eyes raked her from head to toe, and the knots in her belly became butterflies.
                    She smirked. “That’s cute, humongosaur, but really, I can handle it all on my own.” Nervously, she pointed behind her. “I have a loofa with a handle. Gets the job done well enough.”
                    Luciano was either ignoring her or too focused on his own thoughts, because he only smiled wider and pulled his T-shirt up over his head, revealing a stone-cut physique that never failed to leave her a little breathless. “I get the feeling you’re trying to get rid of me, Sammie. I am wrong, aren’t I?” He backed her into the double sinks, his hands pinning her in on either side as he stared down into her upturned face.
                    Samara snorted, running her hands up his biceps. “Of course you are. I just need twenty minutes and—”
                    He shook his head, dark hair moving in one silken wave. “Unh-unh. Parla con me tesoro. Cosa sta succedendo nella bella testa di tuo?”
                    The Italian? Really? Goddammit! She sucked in a deep breath, attempting to tamp down the steady thrum of heat that was building between her thighs. Her husband leaned forward and brushed his lips between her brows then kissed the tip of her nose. “Nothing’s going on in my head,” she murmured, trying not to concentrate on the sensation of his rough palms connecting with the dip in her spine. “I just—”
                    “Hey.” Luciano drew her head up with a gentle finger to her chin, urging her to meet his gaze. “Since when do we lie to one another? I may have had my head up my ass the last few days but I know you.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip, gently cupping her jaw. “And I know something is wrong right now.”
                    Samara wanted to spill it all right then, tell how she was afraid that he’d touch her and it wouldn’t feel the same, afraid that when he saw all of her he wouldn’t still have that same heat in his stare that he’d had so many times before.
                    Instead she wrapped her hand around his wrist and pulled it away. “Luc, seriously, its nothing. I’m just not having the greatest day and I need a minute, okay?”
                    His eyes stayed on her for so long she was afraid he’d pull his usual Italiano mano forte— Italian strong hand—and dig his feet in. Instead he backed away, clearly a little hurt that she wouldn’t tell him what was bothering her. He nodded. “I’ll finish up with dinner, then.” The way his shoulders dropped as he picked up his shirt and started out of the bathroom broke her heart.
                    “Luc…”
                    He stopped but didn’t turn around.
                    Samara closed her eyes. “I’m going to tell you something, and you have to promise not to laugh at me, okay?”
                    Luciano turned to face her, eyebrows raised. “Do I ever laugh at you?”
                    She stared.
                    He tucked in his lips and shrugged. “Okay, so we’ve had a few incidents.”
                    She continued to stare.
                    His mouth twisted. “All right, more than a few.” He