“No, I mean... I’m not the usual type of guy. I’m not following in the family footsteps, when that would have been the easiest thing in the world for me. And I belong to a motorcycle club, when my family hates bikers in general.”
“Except for your cousins who run the Red Bull.”
“Hey, you don’t see either of them dating the women who hang around bikers.”
“I guess you would know.”
“The Red Bull is for business only. The family is just that. My family doesn’t even like to marry outside the Italian community. They’re that old-fashioned.”
“Phew,” Chrissy breathed, sweeping her hand across her forehead. “I guess I’m lucky I'm Italian.”
“Don’t tell me your family is any different,” Saks said.
“You’re right. They aren’t. Look at the lengths they went through to get you and me together.”
“And I like that you’re strong, decisive, and can fend for yourself. I admire that in you. It just means that when it comes to making our family, I don’t have to worry about either one of our families having undue influence on us.”
Chrissy’s chest flooded with warmt
h at his words. How was it she got so lucky landing a man like him? She nearly laughed at herself upon realizing how stupid she’d been, to have dismissed him at the beginning as someone who wasn’t her type. He was exactly her type, because he loved her for who she was.
“Family?” she murmured, a glint of warmth in her eyes.
“Kids. Yeah. I want to see a bunch of little girls with brown-sugar eyes like their mom.”
“Now wait. A bunch?”
“Two? Three? Four?”
“Four?” Chrissy gulped.
“Three?” he said hopefully. “Hey, we’ve got to get up our part of the baseball team Luke is building.”
“What about a boy?”
“Well, I guess I can’t be picky. Of course, I can’t spoil a boy the way I can girls.”
“Oh, that’s your evil plan. Spoil the girls so that they think Daddy is the most wonderful man in the world. I see it now. A bunch of Serafini girls who wrapped their daddy around their little fingers.”
“Well, why not? Their mother already has.”
“Oh, Saks.” She held out her hand, grateful for the warmth of his touch as they walked off for the Hades’ Spawn Clubhouse.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Sleep hadn’t been very high on her list of priorities. Chrissy had immediately set to work on her laptop, hunting for the next available flight, and it wasn’t all that far out. It was early morning, and the cost made Saks whistle.
“Seriously? Three grand?”
“Yep. One way for two adults. Sorry, baby, economy class.”
“You have to let me help pay for this.”
“Nope. You’re coming to help me. Besides, I want you to save your money for the down payment on our house.”
Saks had half a mind to argue, but thought better of it. “Economy? Do they serve meals?”
“Yes,” she said. “Though the turkey meatloaf looks like a killer.”