The renovations on the house would probably take us over a year to complete, but I liked it. It was built in the 70s, and the seller was the son of the sole owners of the place who had done zero updates since its build. It needed a lot of work, but work was a good thing. It kept us occupied, kept our minds busy, especially Salvatore’s.

It was strange at first, as though he didn’t know how to be without the Benedetti mafia behind him. Around him. Taking up all of his energy. Defining him. There was no one to take care of here besides us. Natalie and Jacob had settled in California. Roman took care of the family business with few questions for Salvatore. He’d been so involved when Franco had been boss that he was a natural fit. I didn’t think Salvatore regretted handing everything over, but this life was very different than the one he’d had.

My sister and Luke lived south of Miami, which was just shy of a four-hour drive to Key West. At first, the tension between Luke and Salvatore had been high, but both men had something in common. They’d both nearly died. They both realized what was important, and that was family. I wished they lived closer. I wanted to be around my sister and Effie after having missed out on so many years, but this worked, and it was better than what I’d had for five years.

As happy as Salvatore and I were with the simplicity of things here, there was one thing that bothered him. Dominic’s absence.

He’d hired several investigators but came up short at every turn. Dominic had vanished, and Salvatore struggled to come to terms with that.

I stood outside of our little house at the barbecue looking out at the beach, startling when I heard him.

“You smell like a steak,” Salvatore said, suddenly behind me, his mouth on the back of my neck.

“Christ! How do you always sneak up on me?”

He’d walked around back where I was grilling two steaks. He’d been gone most of the day, picking up supplies.

He laughed and held out a bouquet of sunflowers. “You’re too involved in your head, that’s how.”

I was too involved for a reason.

“I missed you.” His mouth found mine.

“Me too.” I kissed him back and took them. “These are pretty. Thanks.”

“I’m glad you like them.” He looked at the grill. “Early for dinner, isn’t it?”

“I’m just hungry.”