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Camila watches me as I start to prepare her coffee. “I’m not sure.” She takes a bite of her pastry, then says, “I have a few more job applications I should get to. Unless you had other plans, Miles, I could put off the job hunt for another day.” Her eyes light up and she flashes me a mischievous smile.

I had plans yesterday, but after my conversation with Samantha and the icing on the cake of my father texting me, I wasn’t in the right headspace. And as much as I would love nothing more than to spend all day with Camila, there's something more important I need to get done right now.

“I actually have to run out for a little bit.” I clear my throat and her smile dims. “But I saw there was an art fair going on one street over this morning.” I hand her her coffee. “I thought you could check it out while I take care of some business.”

“You have work on a Saturday? And the art fair is a dangerous place for someone like me. I have no self-control.”

I smile and walk down to my office. When I come back I lean in kissing the top of her head, and set my black card on the counter in front of her. “Go wild, mi esposa.” She pulls her lips between her teeth trying to hide her smile, but her leg bounces with excitement under her. “Finish your tart and add some pants to your wardrobe?—”

Both women gasp at me, it seems I’ve offended them.

“This is not a tart!” Camila scolds me.

I blow out a long breath pretending to be annoyed but honestly, I can’t get enough of her. I’ve known for a while, but after last night and now knowing we’re on the same page, it’s further confirmation that I will do anything for Camila. And that’s why I need to leave her here and work on a Saturday.

Turnsout pulling strings took me longer than I expected because when I step off the elevator Camila’s laptop glows like a beacon in the dark living room, illuminating her face as she sleeps on the couch. I close the screen and sit down next to her head.

Her eyes remain shut but her lips curve into a small smile. “Hey.”

I lean over and kiss her forehead. “Hey yourself, sorry I’m so late.”

“Where were you?” She doesn’t open her eyes but she scoots up so her head is resting on my lap.

“I just had to take care of some business,” I say, running my fingers through her hair. “How was the art fair?”

One eye cracks open. “Don’t look in your office,” she winces and I breathe a laugh.

“Are you still tired?”

Her arms stretch as her body flexes under my hands. “No, when I fell asleep I’m pretty sure it was right after noon and now,” she pops her head up looking around, “It’s definitely dark.”

“Seems you were maybe a little tuckered out from your night last night,” I say as she moves to sit up beside me. I kiss the corner of her lips and her mouth turns up in a sleepy smile. “You wanna get out of here for a bit?”

“What’d you have in mind?”

Camila’s fingersdig into my arm as her feet come to a stop. I face her and jerk my head, “Come on.”

“Miles, it’s closed.” She throws her arm forward pointing to the double doors of the museum.

I uncurl her fingers from my bicep and link our fingers together. “Not for you.”

Her feet slowly shuffle behind me. When we reach the doors I give a nod to the security guard and he unlocks the museum for us. The silence is deafening.

“What. Are. We. Doing. Here?" She enunciates each word.

“I thought it would be fun to check out the Museum of Modern Art. I’ve never been here before.”

The muscles in her neck work hard “I—you—” Her head shakes slightly as she looks around.

I step up behind her, trailing my fingers down her spine. “I called some people,” I whisper against her hair. “It’s all for you Camila.” Her head falls back against my chest and I take the opportunity to kiss her cheek.

“Was this yoursecret businessyou needed to take care of today?”

“No.” I move to hold her hand in mine again. “This is the apology for my secret business taking so long today. Come on.”

“Huh. Well, this is…interesting.”

“What the fuck is it?” I ask.