Ski, Sparks and Serendipity: A Sweet Small Town Winter Romcom by Marion De Ré

Author:Marion De Ré [Ré, Marion De]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

“I’m stuffed,” I say, leaning back in my chair and putting my fork down. We’re seated at a round wooden table in the hotel restaurant, and we just finished devouring the ravioli we made. We’re all sitting at different tables, and Giuseppe is back in the kitchen preparing a little “sorpresa” for us.

Zane pats his stomach. “That was a lot of food.” Then, his voice drops to a whisper. “A lot more filling than the children I had earlier.”

I giggle, shaking my head. “Well, they were only breakfast. This is lunch.”

His smile widens, and it turns my insides to mush. “Right.”

“Amici,” Giuseppe exclaims, entering the room. “Here comes il dolce! The famous Italian tiramisu.”

My eyes widen. If I eat anything else, I’m going to burst. Around us, everyone seems to agree with me, except maybe Marius, who looks eager.

“I know you didn’t make this, but I couldn’t let you leave without dessert, no?” Giuseppe says, placing a share plate on each of our tables, a large smile plastered on his face.

As stuffed as I am right now, I have to give this a try. First, because it would be rude not to since he made it just for us. Second, because Giuseppe is adorable, and we had a fantastic afternoon. Third, because, well, it smells amazing.

“I’m hungry again,” Zane says, a confused frown etched on his face. “How can I be hungry again?”

I giggle, grabbing the spoon to serve us both. “I know. Me too.”

The tiramisu melts on my tongue, and I moan in pleasure. “It’s incredible.”

Zane swallows his bite, looking at me before nodding. “Delicious.”

“How do you like it?” Giuseppe asks, hands placed flat on our table.

“It’s so good,” I say. “I love how the bitterness of the coffee and cacao blends with the sweetness of the sugar. It’s perfection.”

“Si,” he says, pinching his fingers before kissing the tip in a very “chef’s kiss” way. “That’s the beauty of the tiramisu. Two things that wouldn’t go well on paper make the most unique and perfetto misto di sapore. Um . . . mix of flavors. A little like a couple,” he adds with a wink before walking to the other tables.

Zane and I gaze at each other for a second, neither of us saying anything before we dig into the sumptuous dessert again and clean our plate.

After saying goodbye to the other couples and Giuseppe, thanking him for a great time, we leave the restaurant. I’m happy to get some fresh air again, and judging by the look on Zane’s face, and the fact that he didn’t even bother to put his coat on, I’d say he feels the same.

We meander down the street with no destination in mind, just taking a pleasant stroll through town. We don’t talk, but it’s not awkward or weird. It’s more peaceful. The smell of hot cocoa and caramelized nuts overwhelm the crisp mountain air as we approach the Christmas market.

“Oh, gosh. I don’t think I’ll be eating for days,” I joke, patting my stomach.

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