“So, what do you say? Are we going to Bali? You did want a vacation.”
“I was joking.”
“Didn’t really take it that way, babe.”
God.
This man.
She loved him so much.
And right then, all she wanted to do was climb across the front seats of the Maserati and show him just how much she loved him. Which she was sure Renzo would love, too, but chances were … they needed to get on that plane.
“How did you do all this in a day?”
He shrugged. “Money can do anything. That, and a lot of hope, luck, and generosity from your parents.”
Right.
She had another thought, then.
Renzo rarely acted like he had money. He didn’t throw it around stupidly just because he had enough to do it. In fact, he lived conservatively and invested a lot of what he made working through The League.
She bet this cost a lot, even if the trip itself had been her mother and father’s. That didn’t mean everything else he’d factored into the trip didn’t cost money. And she would not ruin it with her worries.
“We’re going to Bali, Ren.”