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I shrug away his perception of what I would or wouldn’t want for my honeymoon. The truth is that when I was a kid, my Uncle Robbie took my cousin Lia and me to Fairfield, Connecticut, on a Saturday afternoon. As he bartered with a friend of his over the sale of a used car in a parking lot facing Long Island Sound, I stood and stared at the water and all of the boats sailing past, including one with a couple who couldn’t have been more than twenty or twenty-one at the time.
As her long dark hair blew in the breeze, the man with her tucked a few strands behind her ear before he kissed her.
With storm clouds brewing above them and the water splashing against the side of their boat, the sight mesmerized me.
“I think it sounds perfect,” Daniel says in a low tone.
Our eyes meet briefly before Vernon interrupts, “I’ll build the puzzle in honor of my wife, Gina. Thank you.”
I shift my attention to him. “You’re welcome.”
Arietta springs to her feet. “Does anyone want another slice of cake or a cup of coffee?”
Daniel shakes his head. “I think it’s time for Gina and I to clear out so Vern can rest.”
I get up from the chair I’ve been sitting in. “Daniel’s right. It’s time for us to go.”
“Home,” Daniel adds in barely more than a whisper.
I meet his gaze and nod. “Home.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Daniel
Gina stands her ground,and I can’t help but stare at her ass as she does and her back.
Jesus, the woman’s back is perfection.It’s exposed, and even though the wind is now whipping through Manhattan, my wife refuses to take my suit jacket.
She walked away from me when I slid it off and offered it. I suspect that was because I kept glancing at her nipples. I couldn’t help myself since they were furled into tight points under her silk blouse.
I’m normally not this fixated with breasts, but I can’t stop staring at Gina’s.
“I don’t need the coat, Daniel,” she insists for the third time since we exited the building that Arietta and Dominick call home. “I’m going to order a rideshare.”
“Like hell you are.” I round her. “We’re taking the subway.”
“I can afford an Uber,” she argues. “It’s too windy to walk to the subway. Look at my hair.”
“I am,” I say as I stare at her. “It’s beautiful, Gina.”
Her shoulders drop. “I know what I must look like.”
“Like a dream?” I smile. “I like you like this.”
“Like what?”
“Wind-whipped.” I circle a finger in front of her face. “And with a little chocolate frosting on the corner of your lips.”
Her tongue darts out to retrieve it, and I’m transfixed. I watch her tongue drag over her bottom lip before it lands on the spot with the frosting, scooping the tiny amount into her mouth.
“You’re staring at me,” she accuses. “Is there frosting on my chin, too?”
“Yes,” I lie so I can touch her.
I do just that and run a finger over her chin, stopping to brush her bottom lip.
Her gaze drops to my hand. “Did you get it all?”
