Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek #3) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,31

her wine around in her glass. “I don’t know. My gut reaction was shock, but honestly I feel like people have probably gotten married for worse reasons. At least you two are being completely honest with each other about things.”

“We are.”

“Then who am I to judge?” She lifted her shoulders. “I think women have to be bold sometimes to get what they want. Be adventuresome. Think outside the box. I know I had to. And it wasn’t easy for me—I’d been raised to do what I was told, what was expected of me. Instead, I struck out on my own and did things my way. And look at me now.”

“I’m looking,” I said warmly. “And I’ve always admired your independent spirit. Someday, I hope to feel that way too—like I can look back without regret on the day I became Mrs. Enzo Moretti.”

“Excuse me,” said a voice from behind the bar. “Did you say Mrs. Enzo Moretti?”

I looked up and saw a very pretty, very young woman with long, straight dark hair and flawless makeup application. Instinctively, I knew it had to be Reina, Enzo’s previous girlfriend—the one he’d proposed to the night we’d agreed on the plan. I had to think fast.

“Yes.” I beamed at her. “You must be Reina. I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Bianca.”

She looked totally confused. “Are you his—so you’re like—did you marry him?”

I laughed. “Not yet. We’re tying the knot this Friday.”

Her eyeballs nearly popped out of her head. “This Friday?”

“Yes. I know, it seems fast. We only reconnected after the two of you stopped seeing one another. But years ago, we were deeply in love. High school sweethearts, in fact. We only broke up when I left for college. When we started up again, it was like no time had passed.” I snapped my fingers. “Instant rekindling of the flame.”

“He wanted to marry me too,” she said, looking annoyed that Enzo had moved on so quickly—not that I really blamed her. She glanced at my hand. “In fact, he proposed with that very same ring.”

“Well, thank God you don’t know a good thing when you see it, or else I wouldn’t be marrying the love of my life in two days, right?” I tossed my head back and laughed. “Well, I should get home—he’s got dinner waiting, and I’m starved. Although he’s such an animal, he probably won’t even let me eat before he starts tearing my clothes off.”

“He tears your clothes off?” Reina asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Constantly. The man is insatiable.” Enzo had told me Reina had found it odd that he wasn’t interested in her sexually, so I couldn’t resist torturing her a little. If she wasn’t such a knockout, I might have felt bad, but the girl was a solid ten, maybe even an eleven. Enzo was nuts. “Could we get our bill please?”

“I’ve got this, Bianca.” Trying to keep a straight face, Blair pulled a credit card from her wallet. “You go on home to your insatiable fiancé.”

“Thanks, Blair.” I kissed her cheek. “I’ll talk to you later. Lovely to meet you, Reina! Maybe we’ll see you here Friday night.”

“I’m not working Friday night.”

“What a bummer! Well, maybe we’ll see you around. Ta!” Then I got the hell out of there before I did any more damage.

But I cracked up all the way home.

Later that night, I lay in bed and texted Enzo.

Me: Ran into your ex today.

Immediately he called me. “What the hell? You mean Reina?”

“Yes.” Smiling, I settled back against my pillows. “She’s super hot. Why didn’t you want to bang her again?”

“I just didn’t, okay? What did she say?”

“Well, she overheard me talking about the wedding, and she was confused, since you had proposed to her so recently.”

Enzo groaned.

“Don’t worry, I made it all work. I told her how we’d been high school sweethearts back in the day—I figured she was in diapers that long ago, anyway—and thank goodness she rejected your suit, because that opened the door for our magical reunion and now all is as it should be.”

“And she bought it?”

“As far as I know. I’m pretty sure she was too busy being offended that you never touched her but you can’t keep your hands off me.”

“What the fuck? Who told her that?”

“I did,” I said, laughing. “And it was really fun.”

To my surprise, he started to laugh too. “I bet she was pissed.”

“I think baffled is a more fair assessment. I could see the wheels spinning, like she was