Captive of My Mafia Crush
She beams at me as she takes her mug like I’m the great savior of her life, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Thank you, sister-in-law,” she coos. “I knew I liked you. You were my favorite bartender and now you’re my favorite barista.”
I laugh, moving with her into the living room. “Sister-in-law,” I say, smiling down at her. “I like that. I’ve never had a sister.”
“Well, I’m the youngest of five girls,” she says, rolling her eyes skyward. “So, if you ever want another, you can take one of mine.”