Chapter 6
Duchy of Aragoni
Dani
MARCO AND I WATCHED the plane carrying our guests back to Florida until it was out of sight. “Time to go to work, babe,” he said.
“Yeah,” I said, “duty calls.”
The ever present Sal dropped us off at the hospital entrance and asked if we needed a ride home that evening. “We’ll take the tram, Sal,” Marco said.
“I’ll have someone drive me to the hospital so I can ride with you,” Sal said.
“Are we back to that again?” Marco said.
“Not back to it, Conte Marco,” Sal said, “you can’t go back to something you never left.”
“Well, if you’re gonna come back, you might as well plan to drive us home.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sal said.
The rest of the week went smoothly, and we were looking forward to a quiet weekend—not that we hadn’t enjoyed having Tom and Noah stay with
