Robbie sidled up behind Laura as she gazed out at the Umbrian hillside. "You okay?"
She sighed contentedly. "Never better."
"Then, what is it you're thinking about? I can hear your brain grinding from here."
She turned to face him. "Salvo and Livia—they've been engaged for over twenty years. D'you think they'll ever get married?"
He snorted, but then realized she was serious. "Does it matter? At least they know they have each other. Y'know, some couples go for years, in love, devoted to each other, and they don't even realize it."
Her eyes snapped up to see if he meant who she thought he meant. When she made eye contact, his smile was golden, shining, with nothing held back. She met his embrace, his kiss, and the setting sun framed them as though their love was preserved in liquid gold. They would forever treasure their time in Italy.