Faking it with the NHL’S Golden Boy
“Tyler, this is my mom, my dad, and my aunt Pam. And that little guy hiding is Leo.”
“Nice to meet you all,” I said, managing a low tone that sounded surprisingly polite. “Thank you for having me in your home.”
Aunt Pam fanned herself with her hand, a massive, predatory grin splitting her face. “He speaks well! And he has manners! Flora, you did good, baby. Come in, come in! Son-in-law, make yourself completely at home!”
Son-in-law.
The title felt like a physical jab to my ribs, but I forced my expression to remain perfectly smooth.
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