"Tonight, if I leave in the next hour. Why?"
"My sister's in trouble. Involved with a guy whose family has East Coast connections. They might be using her to get to me."
"They are absolutely using her to get to you," Stone said flatly. "Give me details."
While Quentin filled Stone in, I leaned against the counter, processing.
Three months of peaceful married life. Three months of relative normalcy.
It had been nice while it lasted.
Quentin finished the call and turned to me, looking exhausted already.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"For what?"
"For dragging you into more family drama. We literally just finished dealing with your family's mess. Now mine—"
"Hey." I pulled him close. "This is what we do. We handle things. Together. Remember?"
"I remember." He rested his forehead against mine. "But I was hoping for at least six months of boring before the next crisis."
"Boring is overrated."
"I'm really starting to disagree with that statement."
"Liar. You'd be miserable if things were boring."
"I'd like to test that theory."
"Maybe after we save your sister from her crime-family-connected boyfriend."
"Right. That." He sighed. "You know what this means?"
"What?"
"Bianca's coming to stay with us. Probably for weeks. Maybe months."
"We have the spare room."
"She'll want to know everything. About us. About the investigation. About Filomena. About—" He gestured helplessly. "Everything."
"Then we'll tell her."
"Just like that?"
"She's family. And family gets involved in each other's messes. You just said so yourself."
He kissed me—grateful, exhausted, loving. "Have I mentioned lately that I'm really glad I married you?"
"Not in the last few hours."
"Consider it mentioned."
"Noted. Now call Carlo. He needs to know about Roman's family. We might need his resources too."
"You're right." He pulled out his phone. "My sister's crisis is about to become a whole family operation, isn't it?"
