Wyatt watched as I zipped the last of the suitcases and ran through my list one last time.
“So, where are you going first?”
“Umm,” I flipped open my notebook, “Grosseto, Rome, Sicily,” I gave him a weary look, “Naples, Bari, Pesaro.”
“Is that all?” he joked and opened a bottle of water to down his next round of painkillers. He gave a quick ouch as he lifted his arm.
“Those ribs will hurt for a while.” I sympathized. “There were more, but Elio wants to have a summer wedding, so we shaved off about six other places.”
“Summer wedding, huh?” He tried to play it cool, but I could tell he wanted very much to be involved in the planning.
“I already told Andrea that you want to help,” I assured him.
“Yes, that was wise of you. And what about my position in the wedding?”
“Well, that really
