Citrus perfume teased my senses as a woman pressed into my side. My cousin Yael, my favorite family member after Ari. "Who's the hottie?"
I pushed aside her explosive corkscrew curls that I'd envied most of my life to kiss her cheek. "Which one?"
All three of us looked at Ro, Ari, and Kane, chatting in a corner. Rephrase. Ro was chatting with them both. Ari and Kane were standing stiffly in the same general vicinity.
"Start with the one Ari is obviously desperate for."
Leo laughed and stood up. "Good to see you again, Yael."
My cousin beamed up at her. "You too, pipsqueak."
Leo went to join the guys while I examined my cousin. "How do you make middle-age look so hot?"
"I'm thirty-three, asshole." She ran a hand over the gray tank dress she wore. "Also, I have good genes."
I shuddered. "You better hope you didn't inherit those, because you'll be playing tetherball with that rack of yours when you hit fifty. Where's the monster?"