"I haven't finished."
"Yes, yes."
"Will you?—"
"Yes!"
"—make me a happy man?—"
"Yes, Enzo!"
"—and marry me?"
"A million times yes." I throw myself into his arms.
But he's not ready for me, and I knock him over.
We tumble to the ground.
Thing is, I somehow got caught in the tablecloth, and everything crashes down around us.
Enzo rolls us so he's on top, and we kiss.
He rolls us again, the hand with the ring on my ass as we laugh and make out like maniacs.
"So...just to be certain. You did say yes, right?"
I kiss him again. "I'll think it over."
He's about to say something when someone runs in.
A French-accented voice booms. "Fuck. Food play wasn't part of the deal, Marino."
I giggle. "Oops. Guess the bill just quadrupled."
Enzo shrugs. “Whatever it costs, I’ll pay, Henri. This is worth every cent.”
Chapter Forty
ENZO
Eighteen Months Later
"Aww, but this is your favorite..."Silas makes a baby voice.
I swat his hand and the damn bottle away. "That isnotmy favorite."
Cade nods. "It's rum, so he's right."
"Yeah, but Zayne's got the whiskey."
"Well, fuck," Cade mutters. "Zayne's also with Jack, and I don't want him getting anyone high."
Silas shrugs, lifts the bottle, and drinks from it. "I thought he didn't smoke anymore." He sets the bottle down. "Got to go, boys. There's a hot fucking blonde with big tits running up the path. I think she might be in need of help."
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I'm about to fall apart inside, so maybe it's something like a mix between crying and laughing, and not all of it is from joy.
