Alessander Was Good With Kids

Rowan.

I nervously drew circles on my stomach under Elio's dining table, my eyes deflected from Elio, who looked like a fucking mess, to Ferrari, who sat next to me, wearing a disapproving scowl.

"Dinner's almost ready you guys, so who'd like some wine to kick things off?" Sharon's inviting voice drew all three of our attention to the middle aged woman, holding a bottle of wine over her head.

Setting the glasses on the table, she said, "It's a school night, so the twins are asleep." Her eyes trailed to Ferrari, who was the obviously abnormality.

I had visited Elio on the holidays, so I was no stranger to the kids or their mother.

"So Rowan, you said this man is your sister's boyfriend?" Sharon raised an approving brow.

"My name is Seth." Ferrari inserted, giving her an alias.

Sharon's eyes lit up, "Oh, that's sexy, just like you. Tell me, how old are you?"