The dinner with Jojo was the most uncomfortable meal I ever shared with my closest family. The only ones talking were my little brother, who I'm sure would snatch my Mate for himself if he only could, and Jojo. The rest of us were politely listening and smiling every time Vito asked 'Did you know she can…'.
It was both adorable and at the same time I felt knives twisting in my guts, because that infatuated pup who knows so much about her should have been me.
I'm not saying I'm jealous of my brother… s**t! Who am I kidding?! Of course I am, but not in the normal sense of jealousy but more in a hurtful way that I know she's constantly on guard around me. That she can't trust me enough to let me know the real her.
But at the end of the day I was grateful for Vito's enthusiasm. It made a
