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When Olivia returned from Noah’s bedroom, Lucy had her bag on her shoulder.

The young woman smiled at the lieutenant. “Are you sure there isn’t somewhere you want to be?” asked Huston.

Olivia beamed at the nanny, she strode towards the other, slipped her hands into her pant pockets. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” she tipped her head, smirk widening. “Unfortunately, my valentine is asleep hugging his stuffed elephant, but that’s it.”

Huston nodded. “Okay, I better get going then,” she said, “traffic will be impossible soon. Good night.”

“Good night,” replied the investigator. She ambled to her couch.

Someone cleared their throat and Benson realized she hadn't heard the door close. She spun fast, but her shoulders went slack at the sight of Rafael Barba smiling at her.

“Sorry to scare you, I came in as Lucy was coming out,” he said. The attorney raised a brown paper bag. “Thought you could use dinner and company after this last case.”

Olivia shook her head, nibbling at the corner of her mouth. “Don’t you have somewhere to be? It’s Valentine’s Day, what are you doing here?”

“Does that mean you don’t want the food?” he feigned a frown.

The lieutenant rolled her eyes. “Lock the door,” she said, heading to the kitchen.

The door clicked locked while she sat two plates down on her dinner table. The paper bag joined them after Rafael hung his coat. “Forlini’s was happy to prepare you this special order.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m sure you gave them a special extra to make them particularly happy.”

“Maybe,” he conceded. He produced a bottle from inside the paper bag. “Though I think this will make you particularly happy.”

Olivia grabbed the wine bottle, studied the label, and raised her brown orbs to his green ones. “You came prepared.”

He beamed at her. “I thought my best friend could use some spoiling. I heard you wouldn’t be getting any special treatments tonight, so I thought at least I could stop by and try to make you have a good evening.”

She tipped her head. “You really have nowhere else to be?”

“I’m exactly where I want to be,” he assured. “Now, where are the wine glasses?”