She stabbed at his hand with a fork, completely unconcerned about how much it had to hurt. “Keep your hands across the table or problems will commence between us. And I haven’t let him meet you because I’m scared Mama will run him off.” Her twin sat back, his brows slightly arched. “How do you figure?” “She’s just like his mother with her unrealistic need for perfection. Has she pulled back from me? Yes. But once she gets around Julian—” “—He’ll really believe the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree because he doesn’t know her like we do.” Aiyanna nodded her head once. “Precisely.” “But he knows you. You don‘t think he’ll see past Mom’s obvious flaws?” She snorted. “Okay let me break it down. You know how Mama made it her life mission to let me know how much I sucked as a daughter?” He nodded. “Now think about the effects that would’ve had if I didn’t already believe I was the epitome of awesomeness.” Elan chuckled.
