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“Like I said, don’t worry about it.”
“He tried to kill my husband and my brother-in-law?—”
“Who hasn’t?” he asked with a smirk. “I really don’t want you to worry your pretty little head over this. Theo knows what he’s doing.”
After something so traumatic, it was hard to ever let it go, but it was a waste of life to spend it worrying about death.
“Did you make this?” he asked. “It’s better than what the chefs make.”
“You can tell?” I asked in slight surprise.
“Definitely,” he said. “I can always tell the difference because I can taste the love.”
“That’s sweet.”
He finished the contents and closed the box before he set it aside. “So, I have something to tell you.” He moved from his seat to sit beside me.
“This sounds like good news.”
“Oh, it is,” he said. “I booked us a two-week honeymoon to Santorini.”
That sounded divine…but two weeks? “That’s kinda a long time.”
Both of his eyebrows rose. “Sex with me for two weeks sounds like a long time?”
“I only meant with the restaurant. Wejustopened it.”
“Alessandra has it covered.”
“I—I don’t know…” I felt irresponsible walking away from a brand-new business so quickly. “Maybe a week?—”
“Baby, it’ll be fine. You think the place is going to burn down?”
“I just know that the quality of restaurants diminishes when the owner isn’t around.”
“So, your plan was to never take a vacation?”
“I didn’t say that. Just not right now?—”
“We’re going,” he said. “Period.”
I rolled my eyes. “You can’t just tell me what to do?—”
“Well, I just did. So pack your shit because we’re leaving tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes, but truth be told, I couldn’t be that angry. Looking out at the Mediterranean Sea with my gorgeous husband beside me…that sounded pretty great. Romantic dinners, late nights between the sheets, shower sex—it all sounded great. “Well, if we’re leaving tomorrow, I better start packing.”
He grinned. “That’s my baby.”
Epilogue
Axel
Theo was the last to arrive, and he arrived with a gift, tissue paper sticking up from the top. He looked out of place carrying it, like someone was holding him at gunpoint.
“You made it. Finally.” I clapped him on the shoulder. “What’s this?”
“A gift.” He set it on the table where the other presents were. “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do at this sort of thing?”
