The next morning, Siena stirred in the warmth of a possessive arm wrapped around her. When she opened her eyes, she found herself face to face with the most handsome man she had ever seen.
Cristiano Vitelli. Her husband.
Her head rested on his bare shoulder, his warm body pressed against her tiny frame. God, he was so huge—tall and broad—that her petite form felt absolutely tiny next to him.
She was the shortest among her siblings, barely five feet three inches.
And her husband? He towered over her at six foot seven—more than a foot taller.
Her heart raced as she gazed at his beautiful, sleepy face, her mind replaying his words from the night before… "Ti amo, mia mogliettina."
He had said it. Without hesitation. Without inhibition. He had confessed it. Then he kissed her and they ma
