Giulia rushed toward the windows, peering out. Her eyes drifted to the left where a swing swayed gently in the wind. The porch protected it from rain. She reached for the handle.

I set down the dog crate then carried Simona over to her white cradle. She was still sound asleep. “It’s too stormy. We can go outside tomorrow.”

Giulia pouted, looking like the teenager I tried to pretend she wasn’t. Sometimes I managed to forget, especially when she handled the kids and in bed, but I wasn’t always successful.

Daniele stood beside her. She held out her hand, and he took it. I froze, my heart squeezing a little tighter. With a smile, she led him toward the crate and released the dog. It creeped out slowly, looking around.

“If it pees on the white carpets, it’ll sleep outside.”

Giulia rolled her eyes as if she thought I was joking.

The dog began to sniff everything. At least, it didn’t attack my pant legs anymore.

Daniele followed the dog like he was a lost puppy.

“I’ll get our luggage,” I said before I went back out into the cold. When I returned with our two bags, Giulia stood in the open fridge. I carried them into our bedroom down the hall before I joined Giulia in the kitchen. “I told my housekeeper to stock the fridge.”

“You have a housekeeper for your beach house?”

“Mia and my parents have houses on the same beach. The housekeeper takes care of all three.”

“What about Ilaria.”

“Too far.”

Giulia nodded. “So… can you cook?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Of course not.”

“Of course not,” Giulia said quietly, looking into the fridge as if it was her demise. “I guess I’ll just have to try my luck, then.”

I watched her assemble an array of vegetables, rice, and chicken on the counter. “Do you like Asian?”

I leaned against the counter, crossing my arms over my chest. “Depends.”

“Do you like it spicy?”

My mouth twitched. Giulia gave me an indignant look before her gaze darted to Daniele, who squatted in front of the window, the dog beside him.

I moved toward her, touching her hips. “I can handle the burn, don’t worry.”

Giulia swallowed.

I headed toward the window as she began to prepare whatever dinner she had in mind. Daniele briefly looked up when I stopped beside him and the dog before he focused on the ocean once more.

“Tomorrow we can spend the afternoon on the beach.”

He didn’t reply, but I hadn’t expected him to, so I just stared out like he did.

After dinner, we brought Daniele and Simona, who’d woken halfway through it, to bed. They shared the room beside ours, even if there were two more bedrooms in the house.

“Can we sit on the swing?” Giulia asked when I wrapped my arms around her.

“It’s cold.”

“You can keep me warm. Please?”

“All right.”

She grinned and grabbed our coats from the rack while I gathered a couple of thick wool blankets. The wind had settled, but it was freezing when we stepped onto the porch. Despite her coat, Giulia shivered when we huddled on the swing. I swaddled her in the blankets before I wrapped an arm around her. She curled up like a cat beside me.

In the past I’d spend many late nights on the porch alone, seeking solitude. Gaia never joined me. Having Giulia beside me didn’t feel like an intrusion, though. “You’re not what I expected.”

“Not how?”

Our breath fogged up the night air, and the roar of the waves drifted up to us. “I thought I’d have to coerce you into sex, that you’d shy away from the physical side of our marriage.”

She lifted her head. “I really like sleeping with you.” The moonlight lit up her eyes. “You make me feel really good.”

I chuckled. “That’s how it’s supposed to be.”

“Do I make you feel good too?” Her tone was playful, but I caught a hint of uncertainty.

“Yeah, you do.” I pulled her closer for a languid kiss. Not just because of the sex either. As if to remind me, I slid my hand under the blankets and her clothes, brushing my knuckles along her side. Her resulting twitch and giggle lit up my insides.

“Did you ever—”

“No talk about the past.”

She fell silent, and we stared off toward the ocean.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt almost at peace, but in this moment, it was close.

Despite the cold weather, we took a stroll along the beach the next day. Simona was strapped to Giulia’s front in the sling while Daniele and Loulou jogged along the edge of the water. The dog barked at the waves, trying to snap at the frothing water.

What a stupid thing, but it made Daniele and Giulia smile, so it could stay for now. Seagulls soared over our heads. Giulia held out her hand, and I linked our fingers after a moment of hesitation, worried about Daniele’s reaction, but he didn’t seem to care. His attention was on the dog and the ocean.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out to find a message from Faro.

Call me ASAP

Frowning, I pushed the phone back into my pocket. The wind roared too loudly for a phone conversation.

“What is it?” Giulia asked.

“We need to head back to the house. I need to call Faro.”

Her face fell, and for half a second I considered ignoring Faro’s message, but I’d told him not to bother me unless it was important. “Oh, sure.”

I squeezed her hand. “We can head out tomorrow morning again.”

She nodded then called, “Loulou, Daniele, come here!”

Both the dog and my boy turned to her and skipped toward us. For a moment Daniele’s face reminded me of the past, almost as childishly innocent as back then.

The moment we were back in the beach house, I called Faro while Giulia cleaned sand off the dog and Daniele.

Simona crawled on the floor, chasing a ball that rattled in the most annoying way. “What is it? I hope it’s important. I didn’t want to be disturbed.”

“While you were busy banging your young wife, Luca went berserk. He killed his Uncles Gottardo and Ermano, and that cousin of his whose brother’s throat he crushed.”

I leaned back, shocked. “What the fuck happened?”

“Nobody really knows. Matteo’s not very forthcoming with information. It’s rumored Luca chopped up the entire new chapter of the Tartarus MC in Jersey too.”

Simona tugged at my pants and slowly pulled herself up. I reached out to steady her as she grinned toothlessly up at me.

“There are rumors that he’s on the hunt for traitors… some suspect it’s got something to do with his wife. This is hush-hush, but she went to Chicago where she met Dante fucking Cavallaro.”

I braced myself on my thighs, my thoughts spinning out of control. “Do you think Aria was in on the betrayal?”

“She’s still alive.”

Luca and Aria had appeared happy on the outside, or as happy as a marriage in our world could be, especially if the husband was a man like Luca… or myself.

Giulia appeared in the living room, worry clouding her face as she looked at me. Slowly, she walked closer.