“God, woman, I do love you,” Dante groaned, hugging her tight.
“It’s a good thing, because you’re stuck with me now,” she informed him wryly, and then pulled back to peer at him solemnly, and added, “Because, although it’s too early to say it, I love you too.”
“Oh, Mary,” he breathed and covered her mouth with his.
“Hey! Lovebirds?”
Mary and Dante broke apart and glanced around to see that Lucian had returned and was scowling at them.
“Move your asses,” he growled. “We leave for Venezuela as soon as we get to the airport.”
“I thought we weren’t leaving until tomorrow?” Dante said with a frown.
“That was before we knew exactly who we were looking for. Now that we do, I want to get moving on this,” Lucian snapped and turned away to head for the doors again.
“What about Bailey?” Mary asked with a frown as they started to follow Lucian.
“Mortimer said that she could stay at the house and they would watch her,” he said reassuringly. “It is better she not be dragged around with her broken leg.”
“Yes,” Mary agreed, and then noting the worry on his face, she squeezed his hand reassuringly. “We’re going to get Tomasso back.”
He swallowed and then offered her a weak smile. “Yes, we will and it will be all thanks to you. A gift that is almost as good as the gift of your love,” he assured her.
Mary suddenly wanted to kiss him again, but they were nearly running now to try to catch up to Lucian.
Later, she told herself as she smiled back at him. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world now. She had all the time in the world now . . . thanks to the strong, sexy, and sweet man running beside her. He might think her love was a gift, but she thought his was too, and Mary intended to enjoy every minute of it.