“I’m guessing you never want to get married and stay married?”
He brushes a wisp of hair from my face. “All I know is I don’t like anyone forcing me to do anything. That’s what my grandfather is doing. As to whether marriage is for me, well… I don’t know. Maybe I’ll know one day.”
“Me too.” Clearly, it was all wrong for me.
“I’m sorry about Hunter.”
“Thank you. He just really blindsided me.” I don’t even want to think about that man ever again, so it’s best we change the subject. “What happens after the dinner?”
“Italy in a little over four weeks. We’ll be going there for my grandfather’s birthday and to meet the rest of the family.”
“Wow. Italy.”
“You sound like you’ve been there.” His eyes sparkle.
“I have. I was there for my best friend’s wedding.” And now I’m thinking about Paige again.
“Best friend?”
“She was. We fell out over Hunter. She saw straight through him and tried to warn me. I don’t know why I didn’t listen. She’s in Italy now with her husband.” Come to think of it, maybe Cristiano might know James. I wouldn’t be surprised because earlier, Levi mentioned Gibbs. I’m sure an explanation of who introduced me to him would have come up.
“Do you want to make up with your friend?”
“I do. I’d love nothing more.”
“Then, when we go to Italy, I think you should see her.”
Could I?
I’m so embarrassed, but maybe fixing things with Paige is one more thing I can do sooner rather than later.
“Maybe I will.”
“I think you should.”
I smile. “It would be great to see her.”
“I’m sure it would. Besides, I’d like to know you have a friend when I’m away. Or when you’re away.”
“Me?” I grin.
“You can go back to your training in L.A., Megan.” He nods and my heart swells. Going back to college felt so far away from my reach that I thought it would never happen again. “You can go back whenever you want and set up your practice when the time comes. I travel a lot, but I’ll also be here a lot more that I’m taking things over. That doesn’t affect you. You’ll have your own life and I’ll support you whatever you do.”
“Thank you. I can’t believe this is even possible for me.”
“Believe it because it is. Of course, I also want you to move in with me straightaway.” His eyes drop to my breasts. “I’ll send someone to get your things tomorrow.”
I laugh. “You’re just going to move me in.”
“Yes. Are you complaining?”
Hell no, Cristiano lives in an eight-bed mansion with an Olympic-sized pool, tennis court and a garage that holds twenty cars that nearly cost the same as an average house. “I have no complaints at all.”
I do have one more question on my mind that I think I already know the answer to, but I want to ask, so I’m sure. “What about the guys? Do we stop um… fooling around.”
“No, that’s why you’re perfect for this.” He searches my eyes. “Unless you want—”
“No,” I cut in. “I don’t want to stop.”