She stuffs the cake into her mouth and mumbles through it.
I would force her to spit it out, answer me clearly, but she’s too adorable when she’s frazzled. I’ll let her have this one.
I press a kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in her scent. Calm washing over me.
“I have some emails to send, want to sit in the office with me or do you have… things to handle?” I ask teasingly.
She swallows roughly and gasps slightly. “I’m good here, going to watch a Christmas movie, maybe make some hot cocoa.”
“Sounds perfect,” I say. “I’ll join you after my emails.”
“She nods noncommittally, grabbing another pastry.
I watch her eat, suspicion and amusement warring within me. My clever, beautiful wife is hunting for her ring, and I’m enjoying her panic a little too much.
“Enjoy your movie, Dea,” I say, dropping another kiss on her head before heading to my office.
Once inside, I close the door and pull out my phone, two rings and he answers.
“Santo,” my brother drawls.
“Angelo.”
A pause as I sit and lean back into the leather.
“Christmas?” I ask.
“Florida,” he grumbles.
“Disgusting.”
“Yup.”
“Wife?”
“Here, you?”
“Kitchen, when do you leave?”
“Two days.”
“Tomorrow?” I ask.
“Opulent or Serenata?”
“Serenata.”
“Alone?”
“Alone,” he agrees.
“See you then.” I hang up, satisfied.
With Luca in Italy, maybe Angelo will let me borrow Nico. This task is far too important to hand off to Romero or Enzo. I shudder at the thought, pulling up my security feed to take a peek at my bride.
Not in the kitchen. I switch the feed.
Not in the living room…Where is she watching movies?
