parents raised. It's also pathetic how little I know about Luca, seeing as I've known him all my life.
What's his favorite meal? Does he have hobbies?
My eyes widen slightly.
He doesn't have a girlfriend... right?
"Yes," Luca answers, his voice so damn calm and deep it sends a wave of goosebumps erupting over my skin.
Before I can censor my words, I ask, "No girlfriend that's going to try and kill me for keeping you away from her this weekend?"
Damn, Mariya! Why don't you just tell the man you want to have his babies while you're at it?
Luca's eyebrow raises with amusement. "No." The corners
of his mouth curve up into a sinful smile. "No girlfriend...
yet."
I deflate like a pricked balloon. "You have your eye on someone?"
Slowly Luca nods, the left corner of his mouth lifting
higher.
Shit.
"I should send her my condolences," I mutter. My heart squeezes painfully, and I quickly turn my gaze away from him. Reaching for Viktor, I shake his shoulder hard. "Wake up."
Viktor shoots up straight in his seat, his eyes scan the cabin
area, then he scowls at me. "Are we landing?" "Soon." I mutter, letting out a huff.