My Mafia Mate
The juxtaposition of his overly familiar gesture with the almost mocking tone of his voice put me on high alert.
I tried to pull away subtly, but his grip remained firm. “Harry.”
He feigned innocence, eyes twinkling. “You really must invite your parents soon. Unless, of course, they’re too busy...”
Logan’s grip on my shoulder tightened, a silent warning to Harry. But Harry continued, unperturbed, “Or perhaps, you can’t. After all, how would you finally explain to them about their daughter finding her mate?”
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