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one she saw, the more he could see her excitement growing.
    “Why?”
    “Because you deserve it. It’s my gift to you since our last honeymoon had to be postponed.”
    “You didn’t have to do that, Mish.”
    “I wanted to.”
    “But I’m not packed for a honeymoon!”
    Smiling, he patter the bag that he’d had Amber put together for him the day she and Lauren had went out shopping, knowing that she would be more than happy to do it.
    “You have great friends.”
    “I don’t know if I’ve told you, but I love you, Mish. More than you’ll ever know.
    ***
    It took ages to get from Michigan to Sardinia, and multiple flights. Though she was tired, Lauren was far too excited to get there to do much sleeping. Mishca was asleep beside her, and earlier, he had reached over, curling his hand around her thigh, and even in his sleep, his hold was possessive. She often wondered if he would ever get over doing that.
    It also didn’t help that she had to go to the restroom while he was still holding her. She tried to carefully lift his hand without waking him, but as she tried to free her leg, he spoke with surprising clarity as though he hadn’t been asleep, but his eyes were still closed.
    “Where are you going?”
    “Restroom. Go back to sleep.”
    “Don’t be long.”
    Always demanding. She slid out into the aisle, heading towards the facilities that were only a short distance away. The restroom was clean—cleaner than she was expecting, though it shouldn’t have been surprising since they were in first class—and when she finished, washing her hands in the basin, she took a moment to appreciate where she was going and who she was with.
    When she thought of their honeymoon, this hadn’t been what she originally planned, but all thoughts of it had been forced from her mind when he’d been shot. Some nights she still woke up in a panic, her hand drifting over his chest, feeling the strong and steady beat of his heart beneath her touch. He was understanding, and aways made it a point to pull her into his side until she fell back asleep.
    Now that he was fully healed—and she would only accept that assertion from his doctor—it made her feel a little better. Things were relatively back to normal and she was happy about it.
    Returning to her seat, Lauren stretched her legs out, nearly laughing when Mishca reached over, resting his head on her shoulder, his hand returning to her leg.
    “We’ve been on this damn place for hours,” he complained, relaxing beneath her when she began playing with the silky strands of his hair.
    “You’re the one who chose Sardinia, Mish.”
    “Remind me never to do that again.”
    ***
    This time, getting their luggage wasn’t that easy. Standing there, Mishca’s bags had come around, even the special bag he’d brought for her, but for whatever reason, Lauren’s hadn’t shown.
    “Could be worse,” Lauren said trying to lighten Mishca’s darkening mood.
    Truthfully, she was just excited about being out of the country more than she was worried about what was now lost in her luggage. There wasn’t anything particularly irreplaceable within it, so that was a good thing.
    “How might that be?”
    “I could have gotten taken by a cute guy outside this airport.”
    He held onto his frown, but his eyes were smiling. “No more TV.”
    Laughing, she followed him over to the help desk, acutely aware of the attention they were drawing. She doubted it was because of Mishca’s status, and more likely because of how big he was compared to the smaller Italian women.
    While Mishca might have been frustrated, he tempered his agitation, speaking calmly and quietly to the man seated behind the desk. From they way he hesitated over certain word, it was clear he wasn’t as familiar with Italian as he was with French and Russian. Reaching into her carryon, she hunted for the pocket-edition Italian-English dictionary she’d bought from their last stop. She had already practiced greetings