Page 69 of Immoral

Bridget hesitates, glancing between her two kids. Fiona avoids her and shoves a piece of toast in her mouth. Bridget's eyes narrow on Sean. "I want to know what's going on."

He crosses his arms and sits back, shooting Fiona a smug look. "I wouldn't want to start rumors."

Fiona's eyes turn to slits. She grits her teeth. "Shut up!"

"What rumor?" Bridget asks, pinning her eyebrows together. Wrinkles crease her forehead. She looks between them, and anger flares in her cheeks.

Dante slides his palm over her hand. "Sean, either spit it out or tell your mother you're just being a dick to your sister."

Sean and Fiona have another moment where they stare each other down before he sniffs hard, picks up his orange juice, and takes a mouthful.

"Well?" Dante demands.

He swallows his drink and puts two pancakes on his plate. "I'm just being a dick."

Relief floods Fiona's expression.

"I'm not buying it," Bridget states.

"All good," Sean claims then pours syrup on his pancakes. "Do I have my tux fitting today as well?"

Bridget continues to assess him then Fiona. Dante interjects, "Four o'clock. We'll get the third workout in after."

"Third?" Sean asks.

Massimo snorts, shoves a waffle in his mouth, then says while chewing, "What do you think Julio is doing? He's not going easy on his training."

Sean snorts. "Whatever. He can train ten times a day. I'm still going to kick his ass."

"Language!" Bridget reprimands.

"Sorry, Mom." Sean turns toward Gianni and me. "So, you two really got married?"

"We sure did," Gianni answers. He kisses the back of my hand. Pride sweeps his face, and my butterflies spread their wings. It feels good being the center of his universe again. And it may only be his family he's showing his affection toward me to, but it's all I ever wanted—to be his and for everyone around us to know it.

Don't get too comfortable. You know his track record,races through my mind. I reprimand myself again.

"So you're going to be our aunt soon?" Fiona asks.

A smile plays on my lips. I nod. "I guess so."

"Cool. Aunt Cara, do you think you can get us Fashion Week tickets?" Sean asks.

"You want Fashion Week tickets?" Gianni asks in disbelief.

Sean grabs a waffle off the platter and holds it in the air. "I couldn't care less about Fashion Week. However, Carly is super into it. And Cara is the only person I know who I assume can get me two tickets."

"Who's Carly?" I ask.

Fiona rolls her eyes. "His annoying new girlfriend. She's a total user, too."

"Shut up. She is not," Sean claims.

"Why do you think she's a user?" Bridget asks.

"She's not," Sean reiterates.

Fiona sits back in her seat and tilts her head. She smirks at Sean. "Do we need to go over this again?"

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