Definitely not my fault he came home early.
He's up there a while before he appears, dressed in a sweater and suit pants. Not even glancing my way, he heads
straight for the kitchen. I'm just about to start thinking he's giving me the silent
treatment when he asks, "Have you eaten anything today?"
He sounds tired, but at least he doesn't look angry
anymore.
Even though I'm cramping badly, I get up and walk closer to him. I extend an olive branch by being the first to apologize, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."
Luca opens the fridge and starts to take ingredients out. "We've both had a shitty morning. Let's leave it at that."
Worry starts to niggle in the back of my mind. "I'll leave a message next time. I was only out for fifteen minutes, and Ivan and Lev were with me."
"It's okay."
My eyes search his face, noticing he looks pale. "What happened today?"
Luca only shakes his head and carries on prepping for a meal.
My legs feel numb, so I pull out a stool and take a seat at the marble island. I watch him work for a couple of minutes, loving the way he moves. "You can tell me anything."
For a moment, his eyes flick to my face before he turns his back to me, dismissing me like he always used to do.