I smiled at her but caught sight of Eva out of the corner of my eye, launching herself my way and moved just in time to catch her.

“I work in construction,” Cat stated, cottoning on to what Cheryl did not say but still did. “Lotta guys I could introduce you to.”

“I live in Indiana,” Cheryl pointed out.

Cat gave Cheryl a once-over, then replied, “They find total losers. Women…” She shook her head. “You would not believe. I think they’d do long-distance in order to get a live one.”

“Haul out your cell, bitch, and program my number,” Cheryl ordered.

Violet looked to me and grinned.

I grinned back.

After doing that, my gaze wandered from Violet to across the room.

There, I saw Benny standing with Mrs. Zambino and half of her bowling posse. It looked like they were all talking at once, but Mrs. Zambino had a death grip on Benny’s arm, even though it appeared she was telling off one of her minions and doing it testily.

But my man was looking at me.

I did my best to hold my active sister safe against me, even as I lifted my fingers to my lips and blew him a kiss.

He caught it and I knew this because, from all the way across the room, I saw his beautiful eyes smile.

Or maybe I didn’t see it.

But I knew it happened because I felt it.

Strange how he could do that. Me sitting with my girls, surrounded by people I love, celebrating my engagement to the best man in the world, holding my baby sister against me, all of that a promise fulfilled, and he did it again.

With just a look and a feeling.

Making another promise come true.

***

I signed the room service bill and, staring at it, suddenly froze.

There it was. In black ink.

Francesca Bianchi.

I came unfrozen and I did this in order to smile.

Huge.

I handed the bill to the staff member with his tip. He dipped his chin and walked out the door. I opened it behind him and resecured the “Do Not Disturb” sign.

“Jesus, Frankie, you answered the door?” Ben growled, and I turned to watch him walk in, towel around his hips.

Eyes to the prize.

There was my prize. Mine to keep for always.

Benny.

“You were in the bathroom,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, for two minutes.”

“I need Champagne.”

“And you couldn’t wait two minutes?”

“No. And it’s rude to make someone wait outside a door for two minutes, not to mention he might have walked away.”

“You’re in a nightie,” Ben pointed out.

“I’m sure he’s seen women in less,” I returned, then noted, “You’re in a towel.”

“I’m a guy. Was he a guy?”

“Yes.”

His eyes moved the length of me in my little, lacy, clingy, ivory nightie.

“Christ,” he muttered, going to the Champagne.

I looked to the windows.

Vi was right.

Virgin Gorda was awesome.

Or at least it looked that way.

Maybe, before the end of our two-week honeymoon, Ben and I would see more of it than what we could see from our hotel room window.

Though, I wasn’t holding much hope for that since we’d already been there four days and we hadn’t left our room.

I heard the Champagne cork pop and looked to my husband.

He was looking at me.

“You wanna dirty a glass?” he asked, holding the bottle by its neck.

“No way,” I answered.

He grinned at me.

Then he stalked me.

I retreated.

Straight to the bed.

***

Ben handed the menu to the waiter and looked across the table at his wife.

Big hair. Dark makeup. Beauty by candlelight.

Then he looked down at her full glass of Champagne, something she hadn’t touched in all the time since the waiter put it in front of her, they looked over their menus, the waiter came back, and they ordered.

“Not gonna try to break the record for fastest single-person consumption of a bottle of Champagne tonight?” he teased.

She looked into his eyes and smiled that smile he liked so fucking much.

But this time, she did have a secret.

A secret she wasn’t keeping.

He knew this when she replied, “No, seein’ as I can’t drink for a while ’cause I’m carrying your baby.”

Benny went still.

She kept talking.

“When you see the waiter, can you order me a virgin Bellini, baby?”

Benny didn’t answer.

“Benny?” she called.

He didn’t move or speak. He just sat frozen in his chair, staring at his Frankie.

“Honey,” she whispered.

“Get over here right now,” he growled.

For once, his wife didn’t give him lip. She got up, rounded the table, he pushed back, and she sat right in his lap and tipped her face to his so he could take her mouth.

When he was done, he held her eyes but moved a hand to her flat belly where she was nurturing their baby.

Fuck.

Frankie.

“Happy?” she whispered.

“Absolutely.”

She skimmed her nose against the tip of his before she said quietly, “Love you, Benny Bianchi.”

Jesus, so fucking sweet.

“Love you too, Frankie Bianchi.”

He watched her eyes smile, felt her touch her lips to his, then she slid off his lap.

He was wiping her lip gloss from his mouth when he caught sight of Elena at the hostess station, smiling at them.

Having his own place, a place where people went to have good times, he knew that feeling. He knew it was why, generation after generation, you kept that close, worked your ass off to make it thrive—so you could give it to your family.

But she got the better parts and they came often. People coming to her restaurant for reasons just like this—to share the most important moments of their lives.

He lifted his chin to her, then looked back at his pregnant wife.

Ten minutes ago, she was crazy-beautiful.

Right then, right there, sitting across from him, carrying his baby, Benny knew without a doubt there was nothing in his life he could see or feel that would be more beautiful.

He would be wrong.

***

Ben slid his hand down Frankie’s side, in, and cupped her bare ass. He pulled her up so she could take his cock deeper, and when she did, he felt her breath go heavy at his ear.

“Like that, baby?” he whispered in hers, thrusting slow, but firm and deep.

“Yes, Benny.”

“You want more, all you gotta do is tell me.”

She squeezed the leg she had wrapped around his thigh tighter, trailed her fingers up his spine, and glided her other hand through his hair as she took his cock again and said on a soft breath, “I know, honey.”

Benny smelled his wife, felt her hair on his cheek, her wet pussy clutch his cock, and listened to the noises she was making, even as he heard through the opened window the sounds of the surf pounding against the shore and his son and daughter shouting and giggling as they played in the sand with their grandparents.

And he had it again.

A moment in his life where he was in no doubt there would ever be another more beautiful.

This time, though, even as he experienced it and had no doubts about it, he still knew he would be proved wrong.

***

Ben walked into the huge-ass kitchen of the huge-ass house he’d bought for his family six years ago when Frankie popped out his second son and his third baby.

When he did, he stopped dead when he saw Frankie in her business suit and heels, standing with a pen in one hand, cell to her ear in the other, writing something on the calendar, saying into the phone, “Yeah. We can do that. We’re free.” She was silent a moment before she said, “Cool. What do you need us to bring?”

He heard her laugh and even a sound he liked hearing no matter how much he heard it, and he heard it a lot, didn’t take him out of his freeze.

“We can do that. Totally. See you then.” A pause before, “Yeah. You too. Later, Vi.”

She disconnected, looked to him, and smiled.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, cara,” he said quietly, her smile and greeting finally pulling him out of the freeze.

“Vi and Cal are havin’ a barbeque. We’re goin’ down. Two weeks.”

“She pregnant again?” he asked, and that got him another smile.

“No.”

He went to the coffeepot asking, “You pregnant again?”

“Not that I know of.”

He poured himself a cup, muttering, “Just checking.”

“I have a meeting so you have to pick Alessandra up from dance. And there are birthday cards on the counter.” She tipped her head that way. “The kids have signed them and they’re stamped and addressed. Could you sign them and get them in the mail today?”

He turned, leaned hips against the counter, and replied, “Got it covered,” before taking a sip of coffee.

Her eyes went to the ceiling. “Are they tearin’ shit up?”

“Probably.”

“They gotta get ready for school.”

“Seein’ as that happens every day and I take them there, I know that, Frankie.”

She tilted her head to the side. “You’re standin’ there enjoyin’ a cup of coffee, Benny.”

“It looks like I’m enjoyin’ a cup of coffee. What I’m really doin’ is a favor to the teachers, lettin’ our hellions get some of their energy out before I drop ’em at school. That means they’ll wreak havoc here and only ’cause mayhem there.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re doin’,” she muttered, her lips curving.

He watched her lips before he looked into her eyes and ordered, “Stop bustin’ my chops, give me a kiss, and go to work.”