And it was all down to this woman, he thought, pulling Melissa into his arms and tipping her face up to look at him. ‘Yes, mia bella,’ he murmured. ‘You were right. But then, I think perhaps you are always right.’
‘That is the correct answer!’ Melissa’s smile was impish as she lifted her mouth to be kissed, knowing she could twist her husband right around her little finger—as he could her.
‘In fact, did you read that article I left you yesterday?’ he queried indulgently. ‘The one saying that I looked so happy since my marriage that perhaps you are the power behind the throne. Do you think that is so, cara mia?’
But Melissa shook her head as he began to kiss her. No way. There was only one power in their lives today and that was the power of love.