CROOKED: In love with my cousin's boyfriend
“We’ll answer whatever you want, but eat first. You’re almost a doctor—you know how this goes, right?”
My brother tensed up and eyed him suspiciously, then looked at me. I felt the heat of one of the most alarming expressions on the planet—mine.
I slumped in defeat. The show had begun, and it was my fault.
“Eat,” I said softly, sliding a plate of chopped fruit, a glass of orange juice, and a coffee toward him.
Maël let go and winked at me before sitting in one of the high chairs. I sat too, watching as Danilo slowly (as if stepping through a minefield) pulled out a chair and lowered himself onto it. His back was rigid.
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