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Though . . .considering what Enzo had just announced to his parents . . .maybe there would be wedding bells sometime in their future.

But not now. No way. Will was crazy about this guy but not crazy enough to marry him after dating him for only a few weeks. No matter how good the dating was.

“When’s the wedding?” his mom asked excitedly.

Of course, Rocco had just arrived at their table with his hands full of sandwiches, and his jaw dropped open at her question.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Will was very certain Enzo had felt comfortable and safe making that declaration because his parents would be gone by tonight, and nobody else in town would know.

But now Rocco knew.

And if Rocco knew, Giana was sure to find out.

“Uh,” Enzo said, very eloquently.

“Soon but it’s going to be very small,” Will said firmly.

“I just couldn’t let another day go by without making him mine, forever,” Enzo said, giving Will the gooiest smile in his repertoire. Will recognized it, because they’d exchanged quite a few of those looks on their fake dates.

And that was what this really was, wasn’t it? Just another iteration of that.

“Wow,” Rocco said.

Enzo shot his cousin a warning glare. “Not now, Rocco. Later.”

Rocco seemingly got the message, because he left then. Hopefully not to text every single person he knew in Indigo Bay.

“I can give you a list of what I usually do during a store opening. Brewer might find that helpful,” Will said, changing the subject.

He was grateful Enzo had intervened. Something had been needed and he’d provided it. But he also didn’t want to spend the rest of his lunch break talking about non-existent wedding plans.

“He would for sure,” Patrick said with a firm nod. “We’ve done this before, of course, but this is a big opening for us.”

Will asked about the location then, and as he’d expected, once his dad was off and running talking about business, the subject took over the whole conversation.

After Enzo finished his sandwich, he excused himself, and when he came back a few minutes later, Will was pretty sure he’d talked to Rocco and contained the situation.

The way Enzo reached down and squeezed his knee again seemed to confirm it.

“Well, it’s too bad we’re not staying,” Carla said, with true reluctance. “I’d love to spend more time with you, Enzo. You seem like an excellent young man, with true feelings for Will.”

“I’ve never felt this way before, about anyone,” Enzo said and for a moment, Will was almost sure there was the ring of truth in his voice. He’d heard Enzo fake it enough, after all, but nothing about how he sounded now felt fake.

“We’ll have to swing back around, after the opening,” his dad said firmly.

“Definitely. And you said your mother lives here, in town?” Carla asked, an innocent expression plastered across her face.

But Will didn’t believe it.

And he could feel Enzo freeze next to him.

Yep. There was no way he was letting his mother meet Giana Moretti anytime soon. And when they did eventually meet, it was going to be under very, very controlled circumstances.

Not when Enzo had just brazenly told his parents they were engaged.

“Yes,” Enzo said cautiously.

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