“Yeah, freak thing. He fell down some stairs in Greece,” I said, putting on a shocked voice that had a smile stretching across her gorgeous face.
“Really? Wow. What a tragedy. Poor Remo is going to need to run that casino all by himself now.”
“I know. Maybe we should go pay him a visit. Give him our condolences,” I said, reaching for her when she got close, and pulling her down next to me.
Alley grumbled and jumped off my lap.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing what he’s been working on.”
“Maybe sing a set?” I prompted.
She always brushed me off when I brought it up, but I worried sometimes that she missed singing, missed having an audience.
“Maybe,” she agreed, curling into me. “Do you think this timing was purely selfish of Remo, or was the timing symbolic?”
“Knowing Remo, a bit of both. He knows we’re closing in a few days. Maybe it’s a housewarming present. But we’re also heading into the off-season for AC, so he probably wants to devote time and resources to renovations before spring comes around again.”
“Either way, it’s finally over.”
“It is.”
“I know your cousin owns an event venue,” she started, turning the ring on her finger so it caught the light.
“But?”
“But maybe it would be fun to have our wedding at the casino. When the renovations are done. The place is tragic right now.”
The casino would mean we had to push off the wedding for a while.
But I wasn’t in a rush.
We still had to move in to the house, make the place a home, take a vacation I’d been planning for her birthday.
There was a lot to look forward to.
And we had plenty of time for milestones.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
“And everyone can stay at the hotel, so it’s all really safe.”
“And the beach and Boardwalk would make for some memorable wedding pictures.”
“Exactly.”
“It’s decided.”
“It is,” I told her, pressing my forehead to hers. “So, what do you want to do for dinner?”
“Is that even a question?” she asked, hopping right off the couch. “I’ll go get dressed.”
Yeah.
She’d been borderline obsessed with Famiglia since that first night I’d taken her to eat there. And when we weren’t eating there, we were ordering in from Lucky’s place.
I couldn’t believe I was even thinking it, but I was almost getting sick of my family’s food. I’d kill for a fucking burger and fries or Chinese.
But Roe was like a kid on Christmas morning each time we went. So I would choke down some more pasta and get something different on the way into work the next day.
