Page 34 of His Little Spitfire

He motions for me to continue.

Looking over at Eliza, I can see the confusion written on her face. “In between now and the wedding, I want to take a vacation with Eliza. A honeymoon for our marriage.”

She doesn’t care about the lack of a wedding, and neither do I. However, I’d love to have her for a week or two without any chance of someone walking in on us again.

Her brows lift, and her eyes look like caramel as they melt. Her smile feels really fucking good. Glad to see she’s on board.

“Where would you want to go?” Santino’s not shutting down the idea, willing to hear me out. I have to say, that’s a big change for him. He’s not being self-absorbed, all worried about losing someone for a handful of days.

“Wherever she wants,” I answer with a shrug.

Bia collects her hands together, sighing. “Hawaii is quite the trip. Beautiful beaches and surrounding islands…”

“Maybe we should take her with us,” Eliza whispers with her curve softening. “She’d ditch us and give us all the space we need. She can plan a wedding on a beach, can’t she?”

She’s right. As much of a handful as my mother can be, she wouldn’t be a problem at all. If we pick somewhere far away enough, I doubt Santino would say no. No dangers out on a beach but the risk of sunburn.

“We’ll see.” Reaching beneath the table, I give her leg a squeeze. We’ll get her a fitting wardrobe and slip away for a while. We can enjoy ourselves, and then try to convince ourselves to return.

I can already see all of it playing out.

“Figure out the small details and get back to me about it.” Santino nods, and I thank him. With one issue taken care of, he turns his attention to Tommy. “You’ll deliver an invitation directly to Rocco Parada. Don’t cause trouble unless it finds you first.”

“But don’t hurt him, please,” Camellia adds on. “Tell him we come in peace.”

Peace with the other family sounds all but impossible. However, if the young woman has hope that he won’t try to shoot Tommy on sight, then maybe there is a chance for it.

Even if Rocco hates us, he technically has two in-laws waiting for him. Sure, we all won’t be the best of friends, but we’ll have to be close enough to it.

Tommy groans at the order, shaking his head. “Why does it feel like I’ve become the errand boy?” He sighs and nods. “I’ll try not to shoot anyone.”

As her sister’s shoulders relax, Eliza’s stiffen up. “This is not a good idea. You’re inviting trouble by letting him in.”

Camellia nods her head. She’s far too forgiving, in my opinion, but that’s her business.

All I know is that if her brother thinks he can take Eliza back, I’ll be the one to put a bullet between his eyes. So, if he wants to come in peace, whatever. Any ulterior motives, I’ll handle it myself.

“We’ll take the precautions needed, so don’t worry.” Santino pulls out his phone. “We’ll also be inviting important figures. He’ll know better than to cause issues. Anything he does can influence his business as well.”

Those two aren’t worried about it, neither will we.

If Eliza needs a distraction in the meantime, then I’m happy to volunteer. I squeeze her thigh once more and she sinks into her seat.

“Honeymoon,” I promise her softly, “then we’ll deal with your shitty brother.”

As her mouth twitches, she soon nods, giving in. “Honeymoon. Yeah. Beaches.”

“Okay.” Santino brings his hands together and moves to stand. “Let’s get this wedding planning going. I wanted this woman to be my wife yesterday.”

With this meeting finally dismissed, I’m more than happy to steal my wife back.

Rather than finishing what we started in the bedroom, I take her hand and lead her toward the front.

“I’m going to look so silly wearing this,” she mutters as she looks down at my clothes.

“If anyone has anything to say, I’ll take care of it.” If I have to knock someone on their ass, then so be it.

She tilts her head back and laughs, and I swear the noise is like music to my ears.

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