“And quite frankly, if Sloane can marry her cousin, I figure I can—” Harvey starts up again, and I groan. Jasper’s head drops, his palms pressing into his eye sockets while Sloane bursts out laughing, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Then I can be with Cordelia.” “She’s not my cousin,” Jasper huffs through a laugh. Harvey elbows him playfully. “Sure, sure. And Cordelia isn’t my sister-in-law.”
