[Hazel]
I don’t know why, but Aunt Jenna’s boytoy—Vesper—had somehow tagged along with us all the way to the Addams Mansion.
Either he was dangerously into her, or he had some very specific kinks involving older women and gothic architecture. Because no sane man follows a woman he met a few hours ago in a bar to a dark, ancient estate smack in the middle of a jungle.
The jeep jerked to a halt just outside the black iron gates. Vesper leaned forward, eyes wide as the gates creaked open. “This is cool,” he said, taking in the sprawling, ivy-draped monstrosity that was our family mansion.
As Aunt Jenna drove up the curved driveway and parked near the front steps, he added, “I’m glad you brought me here, babe,” and kissed her full on the mouth.
I cringed. Hard.
I love age-gap romance i
