Chapter Seventy-four

Consciousness came a little to her and she was grateful that the curtains were still down. They had toured Tuscany for ten to twelve hours straight for two days and now she was dead tired and overstuffed from eating delicious food to which no one could say no.

"Are you awake?" Angelo asked, still lying beside her. His voice didn't sound like he was tired at all. Peeking up at him she saw him holding his head up by his hand.

"No," she whispered, "I am sleeping." She cuddled more into the bedding eventually falling asleep.

"Hey, I want to talk." He nudged her shoulder making her groan.

"But I want to sleep."

Angelo looked at his wife's sleeping form with a sly smile. "Are you not suppose to get up when your husband says?"