Luca whistled, his gaze wolfish as he stalked toward her. "Nico, I think I'm in love."
Nick followed more slowly behind his rival. "You say that each time."
"This time, I mean it." The Italian shook his head. "Look at her curves."
"She looks wide."
"She's voluptuous." Brow furrowed, Luca turned to face him. "I always have to remind myself that you're British and therefore can't appreciate the true female form."
"I'm being practical." Nick shook his head at the Lamborghini. "London streets are narrow. Can you imagine navigating her through them?"
"Caro, in this car, people move out of your way. I bet she growls and claws when you turn her on." Luca hummed deep in his throat, smiling like he eyed a new lover.
Nick was about to reply when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He withdrew it, frowning when he saw the unfamiliar number. Holding a finger up to Luca, he walked out of the dealership to answer the call. "Hello."
"Nick, it's Rosalind."
He paused, his heart catching at the sound of her voice. How had she gotten his number?
Summer, of course.
"I take it you're not happy to hear from me," she said in a self-deprecating tone.
Sighing, he rubbed his neck. "I shouldn't be happy, Rosalind, but I'm ecstatic."
"So ecstatic you're willing to rescue me?"
"Is this a ploy to get my clothes off?"
She laughed, a light chuckle that warmed his belly. "You should be so lucky. No, it's a serious plea. I need to get some work done, and my sister is making it impossible to think. I thought maybe you could pick me up and take me someplace interesting."
"Interesting," he repeated, suspicious.
She sighed. "You drive a hard bargain, Nick. Fine, this will be a nonsexual outing. This time. See you in half an hour." She hung up.
He stared at his phone. He guessed he was going to pick her up.
Luca grinned knowingly. "That was a woman, and you want her."
"You sound sure of that."
"Of course I'm sure. I'm Italian." The man shrugged. "You looked hungry when you talked to her. What did she say?"
That she wanted his clothes off, but he wasn't going to pass that on to his rival. "She was just checking in."
Luca faced him, his curiosity peaked. "You're interested in this woman. What is she like?"
"Fat and ugly, and she wears man shoes."
He raised his brows. "She must be beautiful, then. When can I meet her?"
"Never," he vowed devoutly.
"You love her," Luca declared.
Love? He'd only just met her, and he was trying his hardest to avoid her.
But deep inside, he wondered if what he felt was the seed of love. Excitement, longing for her, needing to see her smile ...
Pathetic.
And wonderful, even if it defied reason. He hadn't done more than kiss her. "It's complicated."
Luca's brow furrowed. "How complicated could it be? Propose to her. No woman is going to turn you down. Unless, of course, she meets me."
