When Matty extended his arm, Felicity moved towards him, resting her head on his chest. She felt him kiss the top of her head. “Thanks,” she said, a wide smile forming.
“What for?” he asked, still trying to regain his composure.
She lifted her head and looked down at him. “Just being you.”
Lying there, she thought about the investment opportunity Matty had told her about last night. She’d found a brochure in his home office, on his desk. When she’d snuck a peek inside, she’d seen a post-it note on the first page, with details of a newly acquired vineyard in Southern Italy that required investment.
When she’d asked him about it, he’d told her that she couldn’t tell anyone about it. He’d then gone on to inform her that the vineyard was a closely guarded secret, and that if it was put in
