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go.”
    “Detective, what are the chances of this going to trial?” I ask, needing to know.
    “Unlikely ma’am,” he replies. “Last I heard Miss Pierce was sedated and incoherent. She’ll still be prosecuted, though there probably won’t be a trial.”
    “Thank you, detective.”
    He smiles. “You’re welcome. Try to enjoy your honeymoon.”
    “We will,” Enzo responds, shaking Detective Paulson’s hand.
    My husband holds my hand as we walk to the car. “I’m sorry you had to go through that again,” he tells me.
    “It was necessary and I suspect it’s not entirely over. I can handle it, Enzo.”
    “Like you’ve handled me?” He grins, being playful again. Thank goodness.
    I smile back and put up a fist. “I’m pretty tough.”
    “That you are, my love. This trip will be amazing – just the two of us.”
    I squeeze his hand. “I know. I’ll be much happier in a couple of hours when we are high up in the air.”
    ****
    “Amore, wake up. We’re here.”
    I hear Enzo’s voice, softly lifting me out of my Ambien-powered sleep. I filled a prescription for the sleep aid, so I’d be prepared to hit the ground running in Italy this time. I’m especially thankful for it, after staying awake almost all night with my handsome prince. We are flying into Naples and will spend our time in the nearby town of Sorrento.
    I stretch and yawn. “I’m awake.”
    “We’ll get our luggage and go straight to the house.”
    “House?” I ask.
    “I rented one. I’m going to be very regular.” His brilliant smile lights up his face.
    “What does that mean?”
    “Cooking, cleaning and laundry – regular people things…”
    “Oh, see I was thinking of lovemaking, lovemaking and lovemaking – regular honeymoon things.”
    He laughs. “I like your plans better. Fortunately, I’m open to negotiation.”
    We get through the airport and walk to the rental-car area.
    Enzo’s eyes twinkle. “I have a surprise, amore.”
    “Another one?”
    “Yes, I called ahead, so I know it’s here, waiting for you,” he replies, mysteriously.
    Enzo walks to the counter and converses easily in his native language. I do love listening to him speak in Italian. Turning, he smiles and motions for me to come closer.
    He gestures as we walk outside. “Here it is.”
    A completely restored, classic Fiat Cinquecento sits before me.
    A grin spreads across my face. “It’s perfect, tesoro.” I kiss his cheek, before running my hand along the smooth, white paint of the car.
    He kisses me back. “I’m glad it pleases you.”
    We get in, and I cuddle up to him on the way to our home for the next week.
    “Shall I teach you how to drive this?” he asks.
    “I don’t know, babe. I’ve never driven a stick before.”
    “With what I know of your skill set, I believe you’ll pick it up just fine.”
    I laugh. “I am a quick learner, sir.”
    His luscious lips fall into a flat line. “I really don’t like it when you call me that, even playfully.”
    I roll my eyes. It’s all about word choice with him. “I don’t know why it’s such a problem for you.”
    “It just feels very formal. Besides, I can’t call you Miss Bradshaw anymore.” He sticks his bottom lip out in a pretend pout in an attempt at lightening the mood again.
    “You can call me anything you like.”
    “I like calling you amore, bella and also bellissima. Oh, and wife. I definitely like calling you my wife.”
    I smile sweetly. “I like being called your wife. Are we going to be there soon?”
    “Yes, are you tired?”
    “Not at all,” I say. “I just want to get there so, after all this traveling, I can finally take advantage of my husband.”
    “You can’t take advantage of a willing participant, signora.” He laughs and I melt at the sound of it.
    Enzo drives up some extremely narrow streets, and I watch in shock and awe at how the cars bob and weave around one another. There are more cars then there is road. I find it intensely interesting,