“Make her marry me,” I blurt out. A server comes over with the drinks we ordered, plus a white-wine spritzer for Rory. She takes a sip, doing a crappy job at hiding her amusement. “Chill out; it’s been, like, a month.” “You married my brother after a month.” “Yeah, but only because he begged.” I stare at her. “What?” “Oh, swan. Don’t tell him I told you that. He’s peeved with me already.” I say nothing. We both know it’ll come out the second Angelo pisses me off.
