Clark, Noelle books

Rosamanti

“Ciao, signora.”Sarah turned and smiled at him. “Ciao, Carlo. Come on in.”He sniffed the air and licked his lips.“I’ve been baking. I made some Australian biscuits—biscotto—for you to try.” She took the dish towel off a plate, revealing the large, golden brown cookies, glistening with the goodnes...