"This is such a beautiful place, Brian," Khaat said quietly, "You really should be here with the woman of your dreams."
"You're as close to that as I want, Khaat," he said, sitting down with a fresh cup of coffee.
She laughed," I am a very, very poor substitute for love, Brian Quinn."
"Leave it alone, Khaat," he sighed. "Quit trying to matchmake me with somebody. I'm happy just the way I am. If I had a girlfriend or a wife, I'd be petrified that I'd end up risking not coming home to them someday. But right now..."
"Right now, since its just me you're safe."
"Why does that sound so bad when you say it?" he laughed. "You know what I mean."
"I do," she laughed. "And I'm fine with it. I just want you happy, Brian. You deserve to have anything you want in life. And I do mean anything."
"I have just about everything I want right now just as it is."
"Brian--can I ask you something? And I"m serious now."
"Sure. You can ask me anything. You know that."
"Can we give serious thought about moving here? For good?"
"You mean leave England? Give up everything we have there and move?"
"Yeah."
"We can think about it, but let me as you this. What is it that you're missing in England. What does Italy have that England doesn't?"
"I don't know. I'm happier here. That's all."
"You're on vacation. You're supposed to be happier. I'll bring you any weekend you want. I promise."
"And the girls? Can we make rooms for the girls?"
"Of course. Can I ask a favor?"
"What's that?"
"Let me make their rooms. Let me surprise you with it."
"You really want to do that?"
'"I do. Really."
"Okay. Surprise me, then. Do whatever you like," she smiled. She was so proud of him. He was going to be the finest father in the world to her girls. Tonight, she was feeling very blessed.