“I also know Spanish, Italian and French.” I gawk. “Wait, what?” I punch his arm again. “You know French?!” Rose and Connor speak French, and he’s kept this knowledge to himself. “Oh my God.” I smile deviously. “You know what my sister and Connor have been saying this whole time?” “Most of it is stupid.” “Do they speak dirty to each other?” I’ve always been curious. “Sometimes,” he says. “But when they do, I try not to fucking listen. Trust me.”
