I burst out laughing. The last bit of a lump that had been stuck in my throat since I quit disappeared as I lost my shit over Enzo’s insane appearance. He glared at me when I straightened up, trying to suppress my laughter.

“Tex,” he growled.

I pressed my lips together. “Yeah?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Where were you?”

“Outside. I had a phone call to make.” I moved over to him and snagged Pen out of his arm. I kissed his nose. “I quit my job.”

Enzo stopped glaring at me. “You did?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted me to do?” I asked, looking at him curiously.

Enzo shrugged. “I wasn’t going to make you quit if you didn’t want to. Do I prefer it, though? Yes. I don’t like the idea of you playing both sides. All it ever does is get people hurt. Or worse.” He pulled me into his arms. “What are you going to do now?”

I leaned against his warm chest. “No idea. I was thinking I’d laze around at my rich boyfriend’s place for a while until I figure out what the fuck I want to do with my life.”

He ran a hand up and down my back. “You can do whatever the hell you want. As long as it doesn’t involve you leaving.”

I chuckled and pushed back. “You psycho.” Straightening up, I kissed his lips. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that.” I checked the time on my phone. “I’m supposed to be meeting my mother in a little while. You can stay and rest.”

“I’m going with you.”

A shiver worked its way up my spine. “No way in hell. My father knows what you look like. It’s bad enough that I quit today. You want me to reveal I’m dating a Vitale?” I shook my head. “His head would fucking explode.”

“Good.”

“Enzo,” I warned. “No.”

He held up his hands. “I’m not actually going to explode his head. Too easy.”

I groaned. “Jesus. Don’t make me regret this.”

Enzo grinned, and my world lit right up. “You called me your boyfriend.”

My face heated. “I did.”

“I’m your boyfriend?”

“Oh my god,” I said, burying my face in my hands after dropping Pen. “Don’t make it a huge thing.”

“Am I?”

“Yes!” I yelled, pulling my hands away to glare daggers at him. “Happy?”

Enzo’s smile grew, bordering on insanity. “Happier than I’ve ever been.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I gripped my shirt. The man who loved to kill looked like a child who had just received the best Christmas present ever. He was so unlike anything I’d expect from a dangerous man like himself, but I loved that about him. Enzo Vitale was complex, crazy, and mine. All goddamn mine.

“We should go on a date,” he blurted out.

I blinked at him. “What?”