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THEY were married in the Duomo in Florence with one thousand of their friends and colleagues—as well as Renzo’s mother and sister—packed inside the church. Outside in the square, thousands more gathered for the wedding of their favorite champion and his former PA. When Faith and Renzo emerged from the church, the crowd cheered in a loud, thundering rumble.

It sounded the same as when Renzo had been standing on top of that podium in Qatar, Faith thought. He’d won the race that day, and then he’d announced his retirement from MotoGP while a shocked crowd gasped and groaned.

But they’d forgiven him quickly, and the D’Angeli team was even now traveling the circuit and racking up wins on the Viper. The new production motorcycles had hit the dealerships, and business was booming.

Renzo tugged her into his arms and kissed her on the steps of the church, and then they were hurrying to the car that would take them back to the villa. Of all the places they could have honeymooned, that’s where Faith wanted to be. Lola was there, and Fabrizio and Lucia. The vines were heavy with grapes that were ripening, the olive trees were bearing fruit, and the countryside was green during the day and golden in the evening. It was the most perfect place on earth, and she couldn’t imagine another place in the world she would rather be.

They retreated to the bedroom where Renzo gave up patiently trying to divest her of her wedding gown and instead bunched the beautiful white taffeta around her hips as he held her against the wall and thrust into her urgently. It was the first time they’d made love without a barrier between them, and the sensation was exquisite.

They managed to undress, and then they fell into bed and lost themselves in each other’s arms for the next few hours. Lucia brought dinner to the room, leaving it outside the door on a serving cart, and they sat on the private terrace overlooking the valley and ate. Faith was wearing a sheet and Renzo had slipped into a pair of briefs. It was as dressed as they would be for the next few days.

Renzo looked over from where he sat across from her in the evening light and smiled. “I love you, Signora D’Angeli,” he said. “This is how I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Faith laughed. “I love you too, Renzo. But you do have a very successful company to run.”

He sighed. “And I need a new PA. I am not looking forward to finding one to replace you.”

Faith bristled. “Replace me? I hardly think so, mister. You can’t live without me, remember?”

“No,” he said, smiling. “I can’t. But you are my wife, not my PA. You won’t always want to schedule my appointments and type my correspondence.”

“I’m not particularly fond of typing correspondence,” she admitted.

He grasped her hand and tugged her into his lap. The sheet slipped down her bosom, but she hardly cared, especially when his eyes flared with heat.

“You can be my PA as long as you want,” he said. “And when it’s time to quit, you can interview the candidates if you like.”

She put her arms around his neck and pressed herself closer to him. Oh, she was shameless when it came to wanting her gorgeous husband. “Since I’m the expert, yes. I would like that.”

“There is only one condition,” he said.

She reared back to look down at him. “What?”

“If I want you naked in my office, you have to comply.”

Faith laughed. “What if I want you naked in your office? Does that work, too?”

She could feel him growing hard beneath her, and her body answered with a surge of heat between her thighs.

“What do you think?” he asked.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I think I’m going to enjoy working with you.”

He kissed her hard, and then carried her into the bedroom. When they were entwined on the mattress, when he was deep inside her and she was begging him for more, he stopped and held still until her eyes opened.

“What is wrong, Renzo?”

He smiled. It was so full of tenderness and love that it made her heart ache. “Nothing is wrong,” he said. “In fact, everything is right.”

And it was. Faith knew that their lives together would be full and complete. They had each other, they had Lola—and several other stray cats that ended up making their way to the villa—and, nine months later, they had a screaming baby who refused to sleep through the night for at least a year.

It was chaos, but it was their chaos. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.