Page 129 of Hot Momosa

Leo chuckled. “Wait for it.”

“For the past five years I have been unable to achieve an erection.” Harry croaked out the last word.

The Marchionni men burst out laughing. Poor Enzo winced, held his side, and laughed again.

Meanwhile, the women in the room shook their heads.

“I apologize to Dahlia Calhoun and her family for the pain that my lies have caused.” Harrison drew a breath. “I’d also like to congratulate her and Leo Marchionni, Gunnar’s true father, on their recent engagement. I wish them all the best.”

When Leo and I had confronted Harrison about his part in Robert’s plot, he’d begged us not to go to the police. It’d taken me two days, many conversations with my father, and a careful review of the emails to agree. The correspondence proved Becker had blackmailed Harry into going along with the plan—that and he’d promised him political favors once my father was elected.

My dad came into the room and rested his hand on my shoulder. “How are you holding up?”

“Okay, I guess.” I laced my fingers with his.

He dipped his chin and furrowed his brow.

I waited for him to say whatever was on his mind, and judging by his expression, was a lot.

“Any regrets with how we handled the situation?” He nodded to the images on the TV of Harrison being grilled by reporters.

“I still have a hard time seeing Harrison Meriwether as a victim.”

“So do I.” Leo sighed. “Although it was funny, I don’t feel as vindicated as I thought I would.”

“Me either.” I rested my head on his chest.

“You two getting married, giving Gunnar brothers and sisters, and living happily-ever-after is the best kind of revenge.” Dad’s eyes went misty, but he covered it with a devilish grin. “That is, if you ever set a date.”

Evelyn chose that moment to return to the living room. “Speaking of dates… Why not have a New Year’s Eve wedding? I checked. The church is available in the afternoon—”

“Ma, stop it.” Leo laughed, but I could tell he liked the idea.

However, we had a small problem. Dante was missing in action. He’d gone after Julia Carpenter, aka Frankie Abruzzo, and hadn’t come back. Other than a few cryptic texts to tell us he was alive, and to pass on Harry’s login info, no one had spoken to him since the day Enzo and I had been shot.

“We want our entire families to be there.” Leo tugged me closer. “Which is why Marco has people searching for Dante.”

Marco’s eyes widened. “You rat. That was between us.”

“What guys?” Gabe glanced between them like a spectator at Wimbledon. “Why didn’t either of you tell me?”

Enzo got into the mix. “Call off your goons. Dante will be found when he’s good and ready.”

The conversation grew louder, and the hand gestures larger, by the second.

Leo held his finger to his lips, took my hand, and eased me off the couch. He glanced back at his crazy family and motioned for me to follow him.

I would have gone anywhere with him, including straight to the church for a private ceremony. We’d waited forever to finally be together, and I was more than ready to become his wife.

Holding my hand, he led me past the pool to the garden. The afternoon sun warmed my face and lightened my mood, or maybe it had something to do with the man holding my hand or the enormous family inside the mansion or the fact that, for the first time in over a year—I was at peace.

“Where are you taking me?” I paused to enjoy the view of the bright red bougainvillea covering the side of the cliff. Below us, sunlight shimmered on the crystal blue water. It was truly paradise.

“Is this the spot?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“The spot?”

“Your favorite place in Italy?” He tilted his head and stared into my eyes.

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