“If you weren’t, I’m not sure I’d be as attracted to you. This is the man I fell in love with.” I wave a hand in front of him and he chuckles lightly.
“I’m looking forward to the day you get your first gray hair. No more teasing.”
“Oh, I am never going gray. Matt and I have a recurring appointment to ensure that doesn’t happen.”
“Who the fuck is Matt?” Sal stiffens, crossing his arms, and I bask in his jealousy, taking my time to respond. His brows furrow, and I can’t help rubbing the crease between his eyes.
“Matt’s my hairdresser.”
“Oh, right.” He groans. “I knew that.”
“I like the fact that you still get jealous over me.”
“That’s lucky because that’s not going to change any time soon. I’ll never understand why you chose me of all people. You don’t have to worry about me ever taking you for granted, that’s for sure.”
“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. You are it for me, Mr. D’Angelo, so you better get used to it.”
He cups my face, staring into my eyes. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Good. So where were we?”
“You were complimenting me on the wine.”
“I’m not sure that’s true, but I do love it. Maybe one day we can visit Australia ourselves.”
“It’s funny you should say that. Check your email.”
“What?”
“Check your email.”
With my ass still on the couch next to him, I lean forward and gently place my glass down on the coffee table before grabbing my phone and bringing up my emails.
I have to scroll through the emails I received in the short time we’ve been sitting here, before I find what I’m looking for.
Travel Itinerary—Wineries of the world
“Of the world?”
“Of the world,” he says nonchalantly, as though it’s no big deal.
I nod as my eyes drift back to the phone, quickly scanning the contents of the email, gasping when I come to the finer details.
Forty-nine nights.
San Francisco > Australia > Europe (France, Italy and Spain) > San Francisco
“Are you insane? Forty-nine nights?”
“Yep. One night for every year of my life before I met you.”
My heart jolts. “Really?”
“Really.” Sal smiles softly, the crinkled lines of his eyes making me swoon. He’s always had a nice smile. I’m not the only one that’s noticed that. But when he looks at me like he is now, smiling with his whole face, his heart, and his soul, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
I get to keep him.
“It’s corny, really, but I figured that just because neither of us wants to get married, doesn’t mean we should miss out on a honeymoon. Of sorts.”
