The Porsche roared up to the airport terminal. Angelo had promised to treat it nicely while he was gone. Angelo hadn’t even bothered to buy a car and Russell sure wasn’t going to travel with a bunch of smelly fish in the restaurant van right before climbing on a plane for fifteen hours. Perry was going to take care of his boat and Nutcase. He really had nothing to worry about, so why was he such a nervous wreck?
Angelo whipped up to the curb missing an old lady by inches; probably scared a decade off her life.
Russell started to climb out, but Angelo grabbed his arm.
“You gonna ask her?”
“Yes.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Okay, because if you come back from the most romantic country in the world, and you haven’t, I’m a-gonna whip your behind.”
“You and what army?” Russell went for
