Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
he says, indicating the slightly smaller version of himself next to him, “and our sister Amy.”
“Oh,” I say, raising my brows. “Wow, it’s really nice to meet you.”
“Not quite cousins,” Amy says, leaning in familiarly to talk to me. Her words are just a little bit slurred – not sloppy, but I can tell she’s had a couple of drinks. “We’re second cousins! Your dad is our mom’s cousin, which means,” she screws up her face in thought, thinking, “we have great-grandparents in common.”