Turn Towards the Sun Book Two: After the Rain by Jennifer Domenico Read Free Book Online Page A

week all to ourselves in Italy?”
    “Yes, we do. We’ll spend it getting to know each other more, relaxing and falling deeper into each other. There is no better place to do that.”
    “You’re right. Italy is perfect for disconnecting from the outside world.”
    “We don’t even have a television – no distractions. I was thinking that I may even read a book.”
    “A real book? Not a blueprint or a contract?” I giggle softly.
    My husband takes my hand in his and plants a kiss on the back of it. “No, I want to do whatever you want to do, and you like to read. You also like to sleep in and sit in your pajamas on the couch for hours. We spend our lives doing everything I want to do, or need to do. This week is all about you.”
    I am speechless for a moment. The waiter returns and Enzo engages in a lively conversation with him. I’m guessing it’s about the markets where we can get food. Leaning back in my chair, I watch my husband’s graceful arm movements and the way his body joins in with the conversation. I love the way his lips pout when he listens and then curl when he smiles. He turns back to me and shows that amazing smile that never ceases to thrill me.
    “Shall we go, my love? The waiter says there is a nice market just down the sidewalk where we can get most of what we need. I thought we could get some wine, coffee, meat and bread. It’s enough to live on until I’m ready to take a break from ravishing you.” He winks at me.
    I grin. “We must keep our energy up for that.”
    We walk down the sidewalk and gather our groceries. I spot a small pastry shop and run inside for a tray of incredibly delectable Italian pastries, hoping they are as good as the ones in Florence. After a short while we head back to the car, our arms laden with bags to take back to our cute little house.
    “You know, babe, I feel really happy and relaxed,” I say. “I’m glad we could get away. The last few months were just a whirlwind.”
    He nods. “To say the least. Can you believe everything that has happened?” He opens the car door for me. “You’ve done a fantastic job adapting to my crazy life. It’s almost like you’ve always been here.”
    “It feels like that sometimes.”
    Enzo drives us home as I grip the seat the whole way. I wonder if, after a week of this, I’ll get used to these tiny roads and aggressive driving. Arriving back at the house, we pack the kitchen with our purchases. I walk into our bedroom and pull out some books from my bag.
    Enzo chose one about design in the hope that he could actually decompress enough to read. I flip it open and glance through the pages. It is full of beautiful buildings, houses and landscaping, along with some very technical descriptions of each one. Ah well, I guess that’s his idea of fun. I chose the latest trashy romance – my idea of fun.
    Wandering back into the living room, I find my husband lighting a fire. He has set some candles on the little coffee table and poured two glasses of wine. Very romantic.
    He turns and his eyes light up. “Ah, bella, there you are. It’s going to get cool tonight, so I made us a fire.”
    “It’s lovely. I brought your book.”
    “Excellent.” He gets up and wraps his arms around my waist. “I was thinking that after we relax and read for a while, maybe you’d like to join me for a bath before bed.”
    I rub my nose against his. “I would very much enjoy that.”
    “Mmm, something to look forward to, no?” Taking my hand, he leads me to the couch and hands me my wine. He lifts his glass for a toast. “To forever.”
    “Forever. How do you say that in Italian?”
    “Per sempre.”
    I repeat, “Per sempre.”
    “Earlier today, when we were eating, I just looked at you and I almost couldn’t believe my eyes,” he says, holding my hand. “You’re like this beautiful, loving angel that dropped into my world and took it over. You unnerve me, throw me off balance, and enrapture me in your incredible love. I