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I needed to get a handle on the organization, and something told me that began and ended with Atticus. I would find an organ for Amara and eliminate players of the organization at the same time.
Amadeo: What ever for?
Me: Just keep tailing him.
Amadeo: When are you coming?
Me: I’ll let you know. Don’t lose him.
I glanced at the time. It was four in the morning. I felt rested. My wife had worked her magic again; somehow, I could always sleep when Penelope was close. It was a welcome reprieve after years of nightmares plagued me.
Knowing I wouldn’t get any more shut-eye tonight, I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats and a shirt.
We’d be in Milan in six hours. After I made good on my promise to Pen and Amara, I’d fly out to Africa and deal with Atticus.
Throwing another look into the bedroom where my wife slept, I headed for the door. I had a few hours to kill and Luca’s Ferrari was still missing an engine, although my father-in-law remained unaware of that minor detail.
So, I left the cottage, the moon still high in the sky, and made my way to the garage to work on restoring the vintage car.
32
PENELOPE
Milan was to die for, or maybe it was the fact that Enzo looked at me like I was the greatest gift he’d ever received.
“Are you having a good time?” I asked my sister, although I didn’t need an answer. Her eyes were brighter than the stars.
“Thank you.” She beamed at Enzo, then at me. “I know this is your honeymoon, but I’ll never forget it.”
I squeezed my husband’s hand in thanks. This was all his doing.
When he first mentioned Milan, I told him my worries about Amara being prone to infection. The famous cathedral in Milan was always crowded, with people from all over the world visiting the site.
Enzo, being the resourceful man that he was, used his connections to have the Duomo di Milano shut down to the public.
There were a few stragglers on the square as Amara took a million photos, but for the most part, we got to enjoy it in peace.
“Okay, one photo of you two.”
“No,” I protested. “The three of us.”
She shook her head. “No, this is for me, not for you.”
I shared a look with Enzo and he shrugged his shoulders. He’d grant her anything and we both knew it.
“Okay,” I agreed.
Amara flashed me a smile, and then looked at Enzo. “Can you do something silly?”
My brows met my hairline. “What do you mean, sis?”
“Don’t know. You two know how to be silly, right? You’re notthatold.”
Before I could comment, Enzo’s hands were on my waist and he was lifting me into the air. “Get on my shoulders.”
“What?” I let out a strangled laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
“Do it!” Amara said, laughing harder with each passing moment.
