--==Mitchell’s POV==--
It was about three in the afternoon when we pulled out of the driveway, Kit, Mischa and the kids turned left as we went right, honking to each other and to Dad who was waving at the front door.
“He’s definitely a fan now,” I murmured, sitting back, relaxing.
Tom grinned at me, speedily taking turns, not even using the navigator to steer us to my house; in a private moment, we agreed to go to Venice again for the night but I wanted a change of clothes and bri