“Yeah,” I said finally. “Better than last night.”

He nodded, seemingly satisfied I was telling the truth. “Does that mean you’re okay with what we talked about?”

“About you killing someone?” I asked.

The tension came back, filling the space between us. Enzo nodded. “Yeah.”

I laughed dryly. “I’m a cop, you know? Knowing that you’ve killed someone, I’m supposed to turn you in. Do something about it.”

“But you’re conflicted.”

“I am.”

Enzo reached out, his palm grazing against my cheek as he caressed me. There was a moment of worry and sadness in his eyes that instinctually made me move closer to him. Everything in me screamed to comfort him. Shit, I was slowly getting tangled up in him for more than the amazing dick and thrill of danger. I was starting to care.

Enzo’s lips brushed against mine. “I can’t convince you to quit your job?” he asked.

I laughed, and his lips pulled into a smile against mine. “No, you can’t. I like my job.”

“Do you?” he pressed.

I nodded. “I mean, for the most part. Or I will when I make detective.”

“Is that why you were looking for me at Blu?”

I opened my mouth and shut it again. I had no idea how much to tell Enzo or leave out. He nodded without me having to answer.

“Why don’t you give up your lifestyle?” I asked. “It seems like you don’t care for it.”

Enzo frowned. “There is no getting out. My family is everything to me.”

Why did that hit me in the chest? Something close to jealousy gnawed at me, but I shoved it down. When I glanced away, Enzo grabbed my chin and directed my face back to him.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I answered. “Your family is important to you. I get that.”

It just feels like there’s always something more important than me out there. To everyone I know.

“Talk to me,” Enzo demanded.

“I want some coffee and breakfast,” I said, sidestepping the conversation as I pulled out of his grasp. “In that order.”

Enzo grabbed my wrist and spun me around. My back brushed up against the counter as he glared at me. Would I ever get tired of that irritated look on his face? My cock jumped to attention, and I told it to go the hell away. I had to stop fucking Enzo, or I was going to lose my mind.

“Please, tell me what you were just thinking. I don’t understand.” His eyebrows knit together, and he frowned. “I want to understand.”

I opened my mouth to fire off some smart-ass retort. One look into his eyes, and I couldn’t do it. Slowly, I’d begun noticing things about Enzo. He was a crazy, dangerous man, but there was more to him than that.