#33

Eve’s POV:

Ryan suddenly rises from his seat, his energy crackling with impatience.

"We've hashed out the details. Let's not waste these seven days cooped up in this room," he declares.

I raise an eyebrow. "Weren't you planning on taking me out to dinner?"

He laughs. "Love, that doesn't mean I can't take you out in the afternoon, I want every second of you."

I smirk. "With me." I corrected him.

"I know what I said," he says, winking at me.

Damn him and his charm. With a playful roll of my eyes, I take his outstretched hand, allowing him to lead me wherever he has in mind.

We step out in front of the hotel, and there it is – a sleek speedboat, waiting for us.

"Did I mention how much I adore Venice?" I muse, my excitement was uncontainable.

"Just wait and see what I've planned."

As we settle into the boat, I press my face against the window like an excited child. Venice is a dream, its beauty beyond words. I want to soak in every sight, every sound, and etch them into my memory forever.