“They should all fucking mind their own business,” scoffed Enzo. “And I’m going to tell them so next time I see them.” I couldn’t help smiling. “No, don’t. It’s okay.” “It isn’t. Anyone who messes with you messes with me.” In the dim lights of the dash, I could see him scowling like he was ready to take on the playground bully for me. And that was the moment I knew—I was madly, deeply, desperately in love with him. But I couldn’t tell him. He could never know.
