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I hear my sister’s dislike for the automated computer system as she says, “Sorry, excuse Sofie, she’s an invasive bitch.”
Sure enough, my sister has a gentleman standing too close to simply be classified as afriend. This night has gotten interesting. She must feel brave, bringing a guy to meet both her brothers, hervery protectivebrothers.
“Ah, who do we have here?” I ask, taking one step toward the man who is the stark contrast to my sister with his blond hair, blue eyes, and tall build. Daria is tiny at barely five feet, and like the Italians we are, all three of us share black hair, an olive complexion, and deep chocolate eyes.
“Don’t start with me, Dominic Torano. This is Logan, he’s a friend of mine I met through Lang in LA.”
Langston Jamison is our cousin, the inventor of Sofie, and is as protective of Daria as we are. His life is in LA, but if he thinks this Logan is good enough for my little sister, then I guess he is.
Daria leaves him in the dust and swoops a fussy Sadie from Daimen’s hands, and she instantly calms. “Feisty knows feisty,” I tease, and Daria flips me off.
Sandra is still near me, almost on top of me, when the now-quiet Sadie and Daria walk closer to us.
“I’m not sure if we’ve met before, but if you can put up with my brother, then I already like you.”
Sandra towers over Daria, but she loosens her grip on me as my sister takes her in for a hug.
It’s then that her stiff body relaxes and my family sees Sandra as the person she is, and the person she is to me.
“Elliot looked exhausted.How old are the triplets now?” she asks, as we let ourselves back into her apartment.
“They’re a month and are a handful, but fuck they’re adorable.”
She sets her keys on a hook near the door, along with her purse. “Yeah. I remember when Maggie and Bridget were that small. I could hold them for hours. I miss being able to steal them for the day and then return them to my sister, after giving them ice cream and buying them whatever they wanted at the toy store. It really was the way I could get back at my sister, too, any time she pissed me off.” She begins to laugh at the memory. “They exhaust me, though I’d give them the world if they asked.”
I’m about to bring up the odd look I saw earlier, when Daimen and Arden talked about future children, when she peeks around the room and there’s no Otis.
“Otis,” she calls out. “Mommy is home. Come get a treat.”
At what I coin theT word, the fittest pug that lives comes trotting out and stops in front of me, lets out a grumble, and continues toward Sandra. She left him at home by himself, being gone just a couple of hours.
“He’s so fucking moody. One day he loves me and the next it’s like he’s PMSing,” I gripe, bending down and picking up her dog. “Come on, Otis. I’m your pal, remember?” He’s wiggling out of my arms to get to Sandra, and she takes him.
“Sometimes I want to get another one, so he’s not so lonely.”
“Oh, another pug to hate me and snarl at me like some teenager.” I slip off my shoes and circle around the island to grab a bottle of wine, making myself comfortable in Sandra’s home. I uncork it, pouring us both a glass.
“Are you staying tonight?” she asks, following me to the couch in the far corner of her small space. By city living standards, it’s rather large, since it’s just her.
“No, I can’t. I need to be up at five for a long day at your sister’s house, but tomorrow?” I ask.
“Of course.” But it’s not how we end the night. Not by a long shot.
She’s standingnaked in front of the bed, with her hair in two pigtails. I was specific about that—the pigtails, and her nudity.
“You’re such a good girl, Rosso. You do everything to please me. You know how much that means to me?”
“I like pleasing you. I want to make you happy.”
Oh, fuck! She knows the way to my heart. “You make me happy. But right now, it’s all about me telling you how much you please me. And to reward you for that.”
She jumps up and down, and for some reason, she’s getting into this scene. Not that I’m treating her like a little girl. I’m not, but maybe I should.
“Do you want to call me Daddy tonight?”
It’s one of her fantasies.
“Yes, Daddy, I would.”
