Call Me Crazy by Melanie Harlow

Call Me Crazy by Melanie Harlow

Author:Melanie Harlow [Harlow, Melanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-21T16:00:00+00:00


Blair and Griffin stayed for dinner, and I cooked my first meal in Enzo’s kitchen—Italian wedding soup and bruschetta on toasted sourdough. Enzo volunteered to go to the grocery store for ingredients, so after checking his pantry and fridge, I sent him on his way with a list. Griffin tagged along, and Blair helped me unpack the rest of my things and then reorganize Enzo’s kitchen. He probably wouldn’t be able to find anything easily for a while, but my system made a lot more sense for a cook. He actually had a beautiful kitchen, with high-end appliances, gorgeous finishes, and pricey copper cookware. I loved cooking in it.

After Griffin and Blair left for home, Enzo and I finished the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. When the sink was empty and the counters gleamed, I felt like a cup of tea. My nerves were a little frayed, and I didn’t think more alcohol was a good idea. The closer we got to bedtime, the more anxious I became. Was Blair right? Would he knock on my door?

I took a plain white mug down from the cupboard and found a box of herbal tea I’d brought from my condo in the pantry. “Want some?” I asked Enzo, who stood at the island looking at his phone.

He glanced up. “No thanks.” Then he returned his attention to the screen and frowned.

“What’s wrong?” I used the insta hot to fill the cup.

“My mother wants us to come for Sunday dinner tomorrow after church.”

“Okay.” I paused. “Is that a problem?”

He met my eyes. “Father Mike is coming. I think she’s going to push us again about having the marriage blessed.”

“Oh.” I bobbed the teabag in the hot water. “I still feel weird about that. Since this isn’t a real marriage.”

“Same.” He set his phone aside and rubbed his face with both hands. He hadn’t shaved today, and his stubble was dark and thicker than usual. “I’ll think of some way to put her off. Want to watch a movie or something?”

“Sure.”

I took my tea over to the smaller of the two couches and sat at one end, my legs stretched out across the cushions. After grabbing a beer from the fridge, Enzo joined me, settling on the opposite end of the same couch, even though there was another one—a bigger one—adjacent to it with just as good a view of the large TV screen. Neither of us reached for the remote to turn it on. Enzo seemed distracted as he took a sip of his beer.

“Everything okay?” I asked, wrapping both hands around my warm mug.

“Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About the priest?”

“About my parents, actually.”

“What about them?”

He rubbed that spot beneath his bottom lip he always rubbed when he was fretting about something. “Their relationship is a big reason why I’ve never really looked forward to marriage.”

I took a sip of tea. “Tell me.”

“Basically, here’s what I grew up thinking about being married to someone—it’s noisy, frustrating, and sometimes destructive. There’s a lot of yelling, and the things you yell loudest are the things you know will piss the other person off the most.



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