A/N: I know this story is two years old and I forgot to update it. A reviewer just reminded me about it, so here goes ….

They woke up in tangle of limbs and bedsheets, the sun streaming down on them through a crack in the curtains.

"Good morning Tony," Angela said, still drowsy with sleep and in semi-disbelief that she and Tony had spent the night together.

"Good morning, Angela," he replied, a smile playing on his face. "That was uh, some night last night."

"Ummm," she pressed up against him and tilted her face up for a kiss.

"How's your ankle feeling?" he asked her between kisses.

"Well since the rest of me feels so fine, it's buffering the ankle a bit," she said with a laugh. "I'm going to test it out now, on the way to the bathroom." She reluctantly pulled away from his strong, warm body and slipped the white fluffy bathrobe over herself. She gingerly stood up, letting her good leg take the brunt of her weight.

"Easy does it, Ang," he said, while quickly popping over next to her. He slid his own robe on and helped her take a step. "How does that feel?"

"Not as good as last night," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She held onto him for support as they moved toward the bathroom. "I'm good, you can, uh close the door, Tony. I can make it to the toilet on my own."

"Yeah, of course." He let go of her hand and gave her one more quick kiss before she hobbled into the bathroom and closed the door.

Tony sat back on the bed and replayed the previous evening's events in his mind. His emotional flight to Brooklyn, the pool game and bar fight, and finding a soaking wet Angela near his van. Saving her from a mugging, and then their declarations of love. His heart skipped a beat and he smiled to himself. He thought of their arrival to this inn and making love to her, fresh from the bath, her body warm and pliant, all silken skin and passion. He knew that memory would stay with him forever, and he hoped to make many more.

"Ay-oh, you're breaking up with Geoffrey today, right?" he stood up and called through the bathroom door.

"Of course," came the muffled reply over the sound of running water.

She exited the bathroom and limped right up to him. "Your turn," she said, motioning to the open bathroom door. "And when you come out, I say we take advantage of having this room a bit longer before it's time to check out."

"You bet, Angela. You bet." They shared a smile, and he leaned in to kiss her.

"But Snookums, I just don't understand why you're breaking up with me," Geoffrey's plaintive whine grated on Angela's already overwrought nerves. She hated having to dump Geoffrey, but she was eager to continue her life with Tony now. Tony, her one true love. The detour that had been her relationship with Geoffrey was what needed setting right now. She was uncompromising in her position.

"I'm sorry, Geoffrey. But it's like I told you; I simply cannot marry you." She held her body away from his, arms crossed over her chest.

"Is it my mother?" he tried.

"No, Geoffrey. Though, you might want to get some distance from your mother in future relationships. It certainly was not helpful that she told me to stop running my agency so that I could pop out her heirs." Angela shook her head at the uncomfortable memory of their engagement dinner.

"But we don't have to have children right away," Geoffrey said. "And you can run The Bower Agency all you want, my Angel," he conceded.

"Geoffrey, no. The truth is, I'm in love with somebody else." She had avoided telling him this to spare him the pain, but she saw he would not take her refusal to heart unless she spoke the truth to him.

"What? Who?"

Angela's eyes widened, surprised that Geoff had to ask the question. "Um, it's Tony. It's always been Tony," she admitted. "I'm sorry."

"I see," Geoffrey's plaintive whine gave way to hurt and indignation. He stared at Angela in disbelief and deflated before her, sinking into the couch.

Angela sat next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm terribly sorry that I've hurt you. I cannot marry you and I hope you'll be okay. But there's no point in delaying it any longer."

"Can you answer me one thing, Angela?" he asked through tear filled eyes.

She nodded.

"Were you with him while we were together?"

She shook her head. "No, he revealed his feelings to me after our engagement dinner and I reciprocated last night," she told him plainly.

"So, you're saying that our engagement is what pushed him to reveal his love to you?"

She nodded again and apologized beneath her breath, eager for this break up to be over.

Geoffrey stood up, with lips pursed and eyes tearing. He exited Angela's house, and her life without saying another word. She breathed a huge sigh of relief. Tony, who had heard every word from the top of the staircase came bounding down the stairs two at a time.

"That was painful to watch," he told her.

"It was painful to do," she replied. She leaned in for a comforting hug and he held her to himself, wrapping his strong arms around her slender form. She relished the feel of his solid chest against her and squeezed him around the waist tightly.

"So next, we tell the family?" he asked, speaking into her hair.

"Well, after last night, Mother already knows," she said with a slightly embarrassed chuckle. "We'll let the kids know in a few days. First, we'll tell them I broke up with Geoffrey, and then we'll tell them we're in love. Maybe not at the exact same time," she hedged.

"Yeah, too much good news at once might be a lot to take," he joked.

"Tony …" she started. She looked up at him and held his gaze. Her heart beat faster and she lost herself in the warmth of his eyes. "We have a lot of good news to share with the children, and a new relationship to explore between ourselves." She wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.

Three Months Later ….

The dressing room at Kleinfeld's was filled with dresses, one more beautiful than the other. Mona and Angela stood amid gowns piling up, unable to make a decision.

"I say go with the strapless ivory lace," Mona asserted. "It's the most flattering one, and it's sexy to boot."

"I don't know Mother. I'm partial to this one." Angela held out a mermaid shaped gown that showed off her curves to perfection. She smiled at her mother, thrilled that she had accompanied her to the boutique to help her select a gown. Her wedding to Tony was only a month away and she needed to make haste.

"I don't think it really matters which of the two you choose," Mona told her. "What matters is that you have the right groom this time."

"True, Mother. I know I made the right choice with Tony." Angela tried on the mermaid gown again and twirled in front of the mirror. "This one," she declared.

"You're going to be a beautiful bride, Dear," Mona said.

"Thank you. And I'm going to be a happy one too, with Tony at my side."

Fin