The Code of The Alpha
"You'll be legal. I had a big party when I turned eighteen, too."
Luca shot me a glare as both girls laughed
"How old are you?" I asked Norah.
"Twenty-one," she replied, now pulling a sheet cake out of the oven.
I deduced by their ages that they were Luca's half-sisters.
"You're mid-twenties?" One of the twins guessed.
"Twenty-three," I nodded.
Ana looked at Luca.
"You're an old man," she told him.
He scowled.
"It's a five-year age gap," he said defensively.