“Only because they’re jealous.” “Even ninety-year-old Irma?” She sounded skeptical. “ Especially ninety-year-old Irma.” I paused. “But if you ever want a third…” “Xavier.” Sloane shoved at my chest, her laugh mingling with mine. “You’re terrible.” “That’s what you love about me.” “It is.” She sighed. “I have questionable taste.”
