“What’s that?” Enzo stuck his head next to mine, looking down. “She missed prosciutto during the pregnancy.” “Let me guess, so you bought an entire drove of pigs?” I wondered how mad she’d be if I relieved her brother of a few of his organs. “No.” I glowered at the idiot. “But I did order seventeen different types from Parma to make sure she has variety.” “Man, you’re so whipped all you need is a cherry on your head.” “Keep running your mouth and the room will turn red,” I warned. Enzo snorted. “Stop seducing me, bro. I’m into chicks.”
