Page 53 of The Scandal Behind The Italian’s Wedding

It was clear he had done another thing wrong when the plane began to touch down several hours later and Minerva let out a gasp. “Where are we?”

“I told you, we are going home.”

“This is not home. This is...Manhattan.”

“I live in Manhattan,” he said.

“I don’t,” she said. “I live in San Diego.”

“Not anymore,” he said, feeling irritated now.

“You just assume that home would be your home.”

“And you assume that home would be yours.”

“Well... Well...”

“And I am the one with the private jet, so really, I was the only one that wasn’t making assumptions, but had charted a course. If I were you, I would have checked if I was uncertain.”

“I was not uncertain!”

“Well, clearly you should have been.”

She huffed inelegantly. “Dante, this isn’t going to work if you just think you can run around making all the decisions for me.”

“I didn’t make a decision for you. You didn’t ask what decision was being made.”

“You’re infuriating. Somehow, I forgot that on the island. It was all the kissing.”

“Well. I am good at kissing, even though I am infuriating.”

“I miss my family,” she said.

He didn’t know why, but that word family caught him in his chest just then.

But of course she did. She missed Robert and Maximus, Violet and Elizabeth.

They were her family.

They were her blood.

“We will go and visit,” he said. “And I promise you I will look into buying a home there. But my business is largely conducted out of Manhattan, and that is where we will be.”

“And when you join with my father?”

“I imagine it won’t change. As long as he is running things on the West Coast, I will be of more use to him here.”

“I don’t want to live in New York,” she said, frowning deeply.

“You have something against it?” He looked out the window at the gray. Gray sea. Gray skyline.

“Please,” she said. “It snows here.”

“It’s not like snow is imminent,” he said.

“It’s so busy.”

“Wait to pass judgment until you’ve seen our home.”

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