Then soft.
Then stiff again.
“I—we—NO,” she hisses, swatting my chest.“We are not—we aren’t having—ANYTHING.”
Mrs.Bosco raises an eyebrow.“Well, not with that attitude.”
“MOM!”
Bella is laughing so hard she’s wheezing.
And me?
I’m trying—really fucking trying—not to smirk like a man who wants to toss his brand-new bride over his shoulder and solve this entire conversation upstairs.
But I can’t help leaning down, brushing my lips against Adrianna’s temple, and whispering, “Relax.I didn’t say what kind of fun.”
Her breath catches.
Her eyes flick up to mine.
And just like that—she’s not yelling anymore.
Her mom snaps her fingers.“Bella!Let’s go to that buffet in the lobby.Then we’ll go see that show the concierge promised us tickets for!These two need privacy.”
“MOM—”
Bella salutes us.“Yes!Nana, you are the best!Bye Aunt Ad, Uncle Nate!Have a good night, and don’t get arrested!”
“What are you talking about, young lady?!”Adrianna is mortified.
“I watched a documentary about Las Vegas when we were on the plane!”
Bella giggles.Adrianna gasps.
And I have never been so goddamn thrilled in my life.
Because she’s right here.
Holding onto my arm.
My wife.
And the night?
Fuck.Yeah.
It’s just getting started.
ChapterTwenty
Adrianna
I’m fullyaware that Nate and I need to talk.
God, we definitely need to talk.
About what we did.
