Mirabella’s Pov

"Tell me something about you; something I don't already know."

Matteo questions in a soft voice as he wraps the cuff of the sphygmomanometer around my upper arm. I blink a few times from the unexpectedness of his question.

He raises an eyebrow nudging me to answer as he continues taking my blood pressure and I scoff. "Bold of you to think you know even a thing about me."

"You have no idea, Annabella. . ." His voice is laced with mischief.

I narrow my eyes at him. ...