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This boy’s eyes on mine, so tender and pure, outshine gold-threaded garments and sparkling Champagne.
I snake my right arm around his waist. "You’re welcome."
Giosuè brings his hands to his heart. "I smell romance."
"Well, Iseeit," Cyan drawls, shoving Giosuè. "It’s plain as day."
Giosuè glares at Cyan. "In this case,smellandseemean the same damn thing. They’re metaphorical."
I rip my hand away from Mattie. "Don’t be delusional."
Mattie clears his throat as he tries to quit blushing. "Medici is my rescuer. Nothing more, nothing less."
"He’s also yoursex therapist." Dino decides this is the perfect time to make an appearance. "I saw the way you glowed after your olive oil massage, girl—don't deny it. You two are doing the nasty."
Enzo waggles his eyebrows. "Hey, Dino."
Santino slams his forehead. "Could you put some damn clothes on?"
I cover Mattie’s eyes. "This isn’t safe for a Little’s eyes."
Ryder cracks out a laugh. "I adore this crazy ass family."
ChapterEight
Mattie
I pick up the doll and bring her toward Stuffy Mountain.
This is her new home whether she likes it or not.
Yeah, yeah—Stuffy Mountain isn’t themost idealplace for a doll, but seeing as there’s no dollhouse on the premises, it’ll have to do.
Also, I wanted to include Cloudy in my playtime—what better way to do it than place him on top of the pile of stuffies?
I sip apple juice as I play pretend. "You’ll learn to love your new home, babe. No one with a heart doesn’t adore stuffies."
As the doll is made of plastic, she can’t shoot me a look—but if she could, it’d be one of annoyance.
Ryder plops down beside me. "Hey, Mattie."
I tick my eyes up to my friend—then smile. Ryder wears a silky-smooth onesie with adorable dinosaurs. They frolic and play, roaring as they try to build block towers with their tiny arms.
His wedding ring sparkles in the sunlight that drifts through my bedroom window. Warmth bubbles up inside me. What joy—what great luck. Ryder will be a Luciano family member forever.
This is the perfect family to marry into.
"Hey."
He glances at Stuffy Mountain. "Tell me what game you’re playing. I’ll join."
"It’s a new one calledLittle Bo Peep Goes To Stuffy Mountain."
He gestures to the doll. "I take it that this is Little Bo Peep."
"Well, she’ssupposedto be," I lament. "However, she’s giving me too much attitude to be Bo—she doesn’t want to go to the Mountain."
Ryder furrows his brow. "That’s not very nice."
