Page 193 of Play of Love
"I will. Is that what you called it?"
"Maybe."
I stroked the side of her face and gazed down at her beauty. The sun picked up the lighter green parts of her eyes and almost made them look transparent. "Last night was amazing Evie."
Her cheeks flushed with that rosy color I loved. "It really was."
"What do you want to do today?" I knew there was a lot she still wanted to see in Venice.
She leaned forward, kissed the center of my chest and came away with a saucy smile. "Spend the day with you."
"Doing what?" I liked this side of her, and the sexy look that filled her eyes. I liked that I had the privilege of seeing it and it was all just for me.
"Stuff." She blinked, eyes hot with desire displaying a fan of thick black lashes flickering over her cheeks.
"Alright Miss Evie, I am at your service one hundred percent. But you can't look at me like that and expect me to allow you to do lines of notes, or whatever. Not right now, as in this moment right now." I pointed to her notebook, and she laughed.
"The lines can wait." She giggled when I swooped her up.
We fell back on to the bed, and I enjoyed the privilege of taking her all over again.
We stayed inside that room all day, allowing ourselves to be passions' slaves, losing ourselves in the throes of mind-numbing bliss as if our lives depended on it. It saddened me even to contemplate leaving.
It was late when I realized just how late it was and called Grams to let her know we'd be back tomorrow. Since she sounded happy to hear that, I thought I'd fit in a quick trip to Milan the next day. Evie had been talking about buying shoes there, and I wanted to treat her.
We had such a good time together and being with her was like nothing else. It made me wonder how I could have existed without her, and why it had taken me all my life to realize that she'd always been the perfect woman for me.
It was late in the night when we returned to the villa. As I pushed the door open laughter filled the house, signaling that my grandmother wasn't alone.
I looked at Evie who brightened up at the sound.
"She sounds happy," Evie commented.
"Fingers crossed," I stated. "Hey, if that's Angelo in there we're going to Sicily."
"I would have no complaint with that." Evie giggled.
The laughter sounded again, and this time I could tell that the voices were both female so no chance of Angelo, or Sicily.
We made our way into the lounge where we found my grandmother sitting with an elderly lady with silver hair. My grandmother's face lit up when she saw us.
"Gage, Evie, this is Vanessa." She beamed. Joy rippled through her voice and practically beamed from her.
She stood up with Vanessa.
"Hi." We both said. Vanessa came up to us both and hugged us in that Italian fashion with a kiss on both cheeks.
"It's so good to meet you both," Vanessa stated.
"You too," Evie told her. I nodded agreeing.
We looked back to my grandmother waiting to hear the answer to the question on our minds.
Was Angelo alive? If so how did we find him?
When she nodded, I felt like I'd scored a winning touchdown.
"He's alive. Angelo's alive." Her breath caught as tears streamed down her cheeks.
