Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek, #3)

by Melanie Harlow

“Enzo,” Bianca said quietly, a ghost of a smile still on her lips. “I promise, I know exactly who you are. And I will never expect you to be anybody else.” I think she meant it as a compliment. But I wasn’t sure.

“I’ll call you mia polpetta

‘No measure of time with you will be long enough, but we’ll start with forever.’”