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“Corrado.”

Having money that was disposable still seemed like a foreign concept to Ginevra. She couldn’t throw away money like them, but she was getting better at accepting they would spend money.

A lot.

“You need a bigger space,” Corrado said, “you can’t keep studying in bed, or trying to find space at a tiny table when the girls have their books all over it. I don’t like you’re in an apartment building with hundreds of other people. And Les and I … we’re moving everything around to be here with you until we figure out something different, Ginevra. Because this is where we want to be—starting a life. That starts with somewhere to live.”

She made a soft noise under her breath.

Alessio smiled. “This is a good surprise.”

Corrado laughed. “You think?”

“Not what I expected.”

“But it’s perfect,” Ginevra whispered, letting Alessio pull her in close to press a kiss to the middle of her forehead.

“A big enough grand gesture for both of you, then?”

Right.

Corrado had always been the one willing to take a step back from telling them what he wanted for the sake of his pride. Heaven forbid they understand he needed them as much as they needed him.

Not now, though.

He made it perfectly clear.

Ginevra left Alessio’s embrace to lean in and press another quick kiss to Corrado’s grinning lips. Alessio stepped forward, too, finding Corrado’s hand with his own to squeeze tight before he wrapped his other arm around Ginevra’s back.

They were better together.

“Yeah, more than big enough,” Alessio told him.

Ginevra smiled at both. “I want a tour.”

She said the magic word.

Want.

They were always quick to give.