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I wipe my eyes and hug Mia again before introducing her to Joey, and it appears the two of them have spoken numerous times while keeping their little surprise a secret from me.
“So how did you get here?” I ask her.
“Dante flew me out here on his jet. I landed about two hours ago. He wanted it to be a surprise so I stayed at the hotel instead of coming to you.”
I can’t believe he did that. I didn’t even know he had her number. But of course he did. He researched me well before he kidnapped me. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I tell her, squeezing her hand in mine.
“I couldn’t miss my favorite cousin’s wedding now, could I?” she says with a wink.
“Was Brad okay with you coming?”
“I can handle Brad,” she replies as she settles back in her seat. “Is Leo still not around?”
“No. I haven’t heard from him for almost a year now,” I say, and a wave of sadness washes over me. Leo might be a pain in my ass, but he’s still my brother.
“That’s such a shame he’s going to miss your big day.” she say, flashing me a look of sympathy.
I don’t tell her that Leo would be about as welcome at our wedding as a dose of gonorrhea.
Chapter44
Dante
Itake Kat’s hand and lead her to the dance-floor, a sea of faces watching us as we prepare to have our first dance. Suddenly, I’m regretting allowing her to plan every aspect of this wedding with no input, because if she makes me dance to One Direction or a country music ballad, I might never forgive her.
I slip my arms around her waist and pull her as close as I can, but our child growing inside her is making it increasingly difficult to get her body as pressed up against mine as I’d usually like. I have had to be way more creative when I’m fucking her too, because I can’t stop doing that every single chance I get.
She loops her arms around my neck and the opening bars of “At Last” by Etta James begin to play.
I smile at her as I move her around the floor to a chorus of clapping, sighing and cheering. “I love this song.”
“I know. Joey told me. I love it too. She said you used to listen to it with your mom.”
“Hmm.” I kiss her forehead. “I was worried you were going to make me dance to Harry Styles or Taylor Swift.”
“Hey, Taylor is an icon.”
She rests her head on my shoulder. I press my lips against her ear. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”
“Only half a dozen times, so not nearly enough.” She laughs softly.
“I am the most envied man in this room, kitten.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second, Mr. Moretti,” she purrs.
“Only because I have you, Mrs. Moretti,” I tell her, and she shivers in my arms.
“Well, I’m pretty sure half of the women in this room would trade places with me in a heartbeat because you are looking pretty hot yourself in that tuxedo.”
“Half of the women in this room are related to me,” I remind her.
“Yeah, so I’m talking about the other half, obviously,” she says with a wicked grin.
“Wife or not, I will still fuck that attitude out of you,” I whisper in her ear.
“I’m counting on it, now stop talking and listen to the song.”
I slide one hand to the back of her neck, gripping her possessively as Etta James sings that last line. It’s perfect for us.
