“Yes.”
I glance at the clock. “So where are we going?”
“Florida.”
Sleep disappears instantly. “Florida?”
“Our vacation has been moved up.”
A smile spreads across my face before I can stop it. “Are we running away from my brother?”
Luciano places my clothes at the foot of the bed. “I’m giving him time to reconsider his position.”
“From another state.”
“Distance encourages reflection.”
I laugh and throw the blankets back. “I knew you were the reasonable one.”
His gaze drops briefly to my bare legs before returning to my face.
“Get dressed.”
“Do I need to pack?”
“No. Everything you need is already being handled.”
“My makeup?”
“In the bag.”
“Perfume?”
“Also in the bag.”
I narrow my eyes. “What about clothes?”
“They’re being handled.”
“Being handled how?”
“I promised you a new wardrobe.”
My mouth falls open. “You’re taking me to Florida, pissing off Angelo, and buying me clothes?”
“Yes.”
“This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
Luciano smiles as I scramble out of bed and snatch the outfit from him.
“What happens when Nico gets here?”
“He discovers you’re not.”
“And when Angelo calls?”
He smirks. “He can leave a message.”