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“Happy two-month anniversary.”
I grin as Alessandro enters our room carrying a tray with breakfast on it. The muscles in his arms bulge as he comes closer. Good lord. How does he get hotter every day? He plucks the rose from the tray and hands it to me. Okay, it’s because of little things like that.
“I didn’t know you were such a romantic husband.”
“Only for you, wife.”
He sets the tray next to me before climbing onto the bed. I snuggle into his side, lifting the lid on the tray.
“Aw, you fixed all my favorites.”
“Technically Chef did.”
I snort. “Well, it’s the thought that counts.”
“There’s a little something under the napkin.”
I make a sound of excitement as I lift the folded square linen. Under it sits a black ring box. Alessandro reaches over, opening it. I find myself staring at the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen in my life with a gold band beneath it.
He lifts it. “I realized that we didn’t do things the traditional way. If we had, I would have given you this engagement ring. And I sure as hell would have put a ring on your finger during our wedding ceremony.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“May I?”
I nod. My eyes water as he slips the rings on my left finger. It’s crazy. This makes things feel so much more real. Like, we’ve been in this happy bubble for the last two months, and this gesture proves we’re on the same page. He puts his left hand over mine, showing a matching gold band on his ring finger. It’s so sexy that he’s wearing a ring, too.
I look up at him, smiling. “I’m happy.”
“Good.”
I poke his side. “This is where you say you are, too, Alessandro.”
He pulls me close. “Happy doesn’t even begin to describe what I feel for you.”
My chest is tight. I’ve wanted to tell him that I love him for weeks now, but it’s never felt right. Should I tell him now?
His phone rings and we both groan.
“Don’t answer it.”
“You know I have to.” He pulls away, reaching for it. “This is Moretti.” There’s a pause. “Fuck. I’ll be right there.” He ends the call, sighing. “I have to go out of town.”
“What about our trip?”
We were planning on going out of town this weekend. Not because of our anniversary, but because we didn’t have a honeymoon. We’ve been trying to get away for the last month, but every time we make plans, something comes up. It’s starting to feel like someone or something is out to stop us from going away.
“We’ll have to postpone.”
“Alessandro, this is the second time we’ve had to postpone.”
He gives me a lazy smile. “Good thing we own the jet and villa, then.”
“That’s not the point.” I sit a bit straighter. “You never answered me when I asked you what you do for a living.”
We’ve danced around the topic for months now. I’ve thought of every worst-case-scenario. I just want to know.
He looks somewhere over my shoulder.
