"Steven sometimes thinks everything has to have a cowboy hat on it," Khaat teased, laughing.
"Thank you," Brian said. "My work takes me all over the world, as Khaat may or may not have told you. When Khaat said she wanted to come to Tuscany, well, I just looked for what she would like, and I bought it. Actually, Khaat, ..." he opened a drawer in the kitchen and drew out a set of papers and handed them to her. "Here. For you."
"What's this?" she frowned. She opened the paperwork. It was a deed to the villa, and it had both her name and Brian's listed on it as joint owners. "Brian! What did you do?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Your own little place in paradise," he kissed her forehead. "Just for you." He handed her a set of keys. He'd had a replica of the tower villa made in gold and it hung gracefully from a set of housekeys. It matched 6 other sets. He had a set that he left in the Paris office as a master set so that his men could maintain the property for him, one in his pocket, one that he had given to Robert for safekeeping, and three for guests. He laid 2 more sets out on the breakfast bar. "Here. A set for each of you while we're here," he told Steven and Ronata.
"So, I have a lot of reasons to celebrate with champagne," Khaat said softly. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Anything for you, Babe," he smiled. "You know that."