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I quickly relieve my bladder and clean myself, then hurry out so Damiano can use the bathroom.
My little stunt earns me a slap on the backside before he heads inside.
I straighten the covers on the bed and when I hear the water running in the shower, I join Damiano.
Stepping beneath the warm spray, I reach for the body wash.
He presses a kiss to my shoulder, then says, “Merry Christmas, amore mia.”
Dio! I totally forgot!
My eyes widen as I turn around to face him. “Merry Christmas.” We share a tender kiss, then I admit, “I forgot.”
He shakes his head while his eyes fill with love for me. “Next year will be better. This was not how I wanted our first Christmas to be, but at least we’re together.”
I nod as I start to wash his body while smiling up at him. “At least we’re together.”
He tilts his head, then says, “Where would you like to go for our vacation?”
“You mean our honeymoon?”
He shakes his head. “Everyone will come with. I think we all deserve a couple of weeks away from New York.”
My smile widens, and excitement pours into my veins as I say, “Cape Town. I’ve heard it’s really beautiful there, and if we have time, we can visit the national parks and see all the animals.”
“Cape Town, it is. I’ll have Emilio make all the arrangements.”
Pushing my body up on my tiptoes, I press a kiss to his mouth. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, la mia regina.”
Chapter 45
Damiano
Amelio arranged a Mercedes van and a Porsche Cayenne for the vacation in Cape Town. As we’re driven to the hotel, my eyes are on Gabriella, who’s grinning as she stares at the landscape.
“It’s so green, and the mountain is stunning,” she tells Mamma.
She was surprised when I allowed us all to travel in the same vehicle, and I had to explain the risk of an attack isn’t as high on vacation as it is in New York.
“The roads aren’t as busy as in Manhattan,” Gabriella mentions. “It’s nice.”
I give her hand a squeeze and lean into her. “Are you happy, amore mia?”
She smiles at me, excitement making the green flecks in her eyes brighter. “Yes. Thank you for arranging all of this for us.”
“Emilio did all the work,” I mutter.
“You’re welcome, boss,” the fucker says from the driver's seat.
“Don’t make me throw you out of the car,” I grumble.
When we pull up to The One & Only that’s situated near the waterfront, I slide the door open and climb out.
My muscles are stiff from all the traveling, and I suppress the urge to stretch while my eyes flick over our surroundings.
“Welcome to The One & Only,” an African man greets us with a friendly smile.
