Vendetta in Death (In Death #49)(112)

“It’s no use telling you not to worry about me, but I’m going to take this moment to say I appreciate that you do. Even when it irritates the crap out of me, I appreciate it.”

“Your headache’s gone.”

“See? That’s irritating and appreciated—the way you just know that. So … I love you. I love the crap out of you, and I would never want you replaced by a droid-human hybrid.”

“That’s very appreciated as well.”

“I’m not naive,” she murmured. “I know what I’ve got, who I’ve got. Anyway, can we switch the soup for spaghetti and meatballs? Like a jump start to Italy. Wine, spaghetti, banging, sleep. Or banging, then the rest. Or—”

He took her hand again, kissed her hand again as they drove through the gates.

“Let’s just play that by ear.”

“Works for me.”

They had it all, in their own order of preference. And she woke to spring sunshine, Italian style, snuggled into him.

And had one particular item on the list again.