“Wasn’t top of my bucket list.” She giggled. “You like?”
“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this is real.” He circled it. “We get to…”
“Yep.”
“Is this where you tell me this is a perk of being a board member?”
“And shareholder,” she added. “But no, I was saving that for when we visit the Ferrari campus in Maranello, after the wedding.”
“Okay. I see what’s happening. I’m being bribed.” He pressed his hands to his chest and grinned. “And princess, feel free to keep bribing me. Hop in. You’re navigating.”
The car started with a heavy, satisfying rumble that made Josh’s cock twitch. This was a car that wanted to race, but she would have to wait. Traffic was heavy, but Monica gave him ample warning for lane changes and merges. And once they were on the A1 heading south, the highway opened up ahead of him. They twisted around Florence, then the rolling hills of Tuscany came into better view.
Olive groves spilled right down to the freeway’s edge, and towns dotted the tops of the hills.
“We’re three exits away,” Monica called out over the rush of wind through the open windows.
He nodded.
In his rearview mirror, he spotted something yellow racing up on his ass.
A Bugatti, he realized, as he pulled up alongside.
And the driver was checking out his wheels.
Josh flashed Monica a grin. “Look, we’ve got company.”
She leaned across him and waved. The woman driving the Bugatti waved back. And then she pointed ahead.
“She wants to race,” Monica said excitedly.
“We’re in a foreign country. This is a car I cannot afford to wreck. I have precious cargo. And most importantly, she would kick my ass in that thing.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “What did you tell me? Sometimes cars just want to play on the highway?”
He remembered saying something like that. He floored the gas pedal, surging ahead. The Bugatti played chase. Then he dropped back, and she raced ahead. His turn to catch up.
They leap frogged up the highway like that until their exit was upon us, then he regretfully slowed down.
The Bugatti slowed down, too, pulling off behind him.
From Monica’s self-satisfied smile in the passenger seat, Josh was pretty sure she knew the driver. “Is that Sylvie?”
“Cathryn. I told her to try to find us on the highway.”
The villa they were all staying at was a decent drive off the highway. Twisty turns and tight lanes, climbing all the way to the top of a hill, and then part way down the other side.
But when they finally arrived, Josh had to admit, it was worth the insane effort to get there.
“This might be the most beautiful place on earth,” he murmured after they hopped out and he gave the Iso Grifo a pat for being such a good ride.
Behind them, Cathryn parked on a splashy angle.
As she was getting out, a group rushed out of the villa to greet them.
Josh would have known who Amira was even if she wasn’t wearing a Bride-to-be t-shirt.
“You’ve missed so much,” she scolded Monica, but then she turned a warm smile on Josh. “But this is worth it. The secret husband.”
