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Mazzie laughed. “Ask a Sicilian that question, and you’ll get a pretty emphatic no.”
“Hmm. Interesting.”
“Anyway, I want you to come. You, Charlee, Natalie. We’re only inviting about fifty people or so, but you ladies have become like family to me.”
Mazzie didn’t have much of a family to speak of, being an only child with her parents both deceased. “Are you serious right now? Sicily? As if you have to ask twice.”
Mazzie laughed. “We’ll be getting the invitations out soon, but I wanted to give you a heads-up since it’s less than a year out. I’m close to nailing down a date, but it’s looking like mid-May of next year.”
“Sounds amazing. Count me in.”
“Awesome. I hope the others can make it too.” As the song ended, Mazzie said, “Catch you in a bit,” and headed toward the singer. The woman never seemed to stop. She was a hard worker for sure. Then again, when you owned your own business, that was the name of the game.
“Someone looks deep in thought.”
Nate’s slipped his arm around my waist, and he grabbed his beer from the bar.
“I was just dreaming of Sicilian sunsets and aperitifs by the sea.”
Not surprisingly, he looked at me oddly. “Interesting train of thought.”
“Mazzie just told me she and Gian are getting married in Sicily next year, and we’re invited. Can you imagine? I’ve never been as you know.”
“I hear Sicily is beautiful.”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
Our eyes locked. It didn’t feel like a leap to me, assuming we’d be together next May. But since we rarely talked long-term, there was meat on this bone for sure.
“I guess we will.”
His words gave me goosebumps, and I didn’t want to hide it. “It makes me happy to hear you say so.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“And what exactly makes you so happy, Zoe girl?” he asked as the music started once again. This was everything I’d imagined it would be when Nate and I were getting to know each other. A Friday night, three weeks into his homecoming, his arm around me. It just felt. . . perfect.
“You know exactly what makes me happy,” I teased back.
“I have an inkling,” he said. “Bet you’d be happier on the dance floor though. You keep looking at it. Wanna dance?”
“Do you?”
He shrugged.
“Nah, maybe another time. I’d rather just talk about how we’ll be going to Mazzie and Gian’s wedding in Sicily next May.”
He appeared thoughtful.
“What is it?”
“You know, we’re opposite in a lot of ways.”
“The dancing?” Lucas and Charlee seemed to be at it again. The two really were good together.
“One of many things,” he said.
