“I know, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.” “It might if you annoy me enough,” I shot back at him. He huffed. “Later, Boss.” I could hear the smirk in his tone and couldn’t keep my own smile from forming. What was it about youngest siblings that made them so f*****g forgivable? I slid my phone into my jacket pocket and started for the bedroom, just as Maria’s heels began to clack on the stone floor. Sofia had selected a gunmetal gray velvet dress for her bridesmaids. The flowing gown was floor length to help with the October chill and had loose short sleeves and a wrap-dress style crisscross front that accentuated Maria’s ample chest. The look was stunning on her—even the velvet sheen that might be unflattering on another woman highlighted Maria’s perfectly smooth curves. Perhaps others would di
