make.”
“Oh, spare me, Yoda. They would’ve fired off a hundred more names if you hadn’t jumped in and shut them up.”
“Ay. Hold on.” He met her eyes and covered his heart, feigning offense. “I’m a single man in my twenties, sweetheart. Do I enjoy women? Yes. Has my family met their fair share of them? Absolutely. But why not? I’m enjoying my life.”
“Is this the spiel you give to all your side hoes? Because it needs work.”
He sputtered, and then laughed.
“Do you have no standards at all?”
He leaned back, whistling.
“I’m serious,” she said. “Do you bring every random fun box who throws you a halfhearted smile home to your mom?”
He faced her, walking sideways. “I think Ma would be more concerned if I wasn’t bringing home random fun boxes. For a while there, she was seriously worried about Val. She used to call secret family meetings about him.”
Her eyes widened. “Val doesn’t bring a lot of girls home?”
“The only girl he’s ever brought home is the one girl who was already there.”
“He’s never been with anyone but Zoey?”
He squinted at her, tilting his head. “How do you know about him and Zoey?”
“Uh…” She faltered before sputtering. “I could tell from their chemistry at the table. It was obvious.”
“Obvious, yeah, and weird as hell. Zoey moved in with us ten years ago. She became a part of the family.”
“Well, the tabloids have a different story to tell about Val.”
“He’s been in bed with the whole of Manhattan, don’t get me wrong, but he’s never claimed anyone but Zoey.”
“It must be weird to have a family who’s always in the news. You can’t even manwhore in peace without seeing your face splattered all over a rag the next day.”
“Thankfully, Val is the only one with that problem. He’s about to be a billionaire, and has the nerve to do it with a handsome face like that? Of course he’s all over the news. Manhattan worships him.”
“When you brag about how handsome Val is, are you really just indirectly bragging about how handsome you are?”
Leo laughed.
“You are twins, after all,” Jessica said.
“Fraternal.”
“To the naked eye, though, you’re identical.”
“Well, we aren’t. Not DNA wise, or personality wise.”
Jessica let the silence linger, hoping for more.
Leo shrugged. “Like I said, Val never brought a single girlfriend home his whole life, and Ma was concerned. So, really, when you think about it, all of the women I bring home have been more like… a public service.” He straightened. “A way to stop Ma from having a heart attack, worrying about her kids dying alone. For every woman Val didn’t bring home, I put ten more in her spot. I do it all for Ma. That’s just the kind of guy I am.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I enjoy beautiful women. What can I say? What do you want me to do?”
“Your Jersey accent is showing its face.”
“It does that from time to time. Usually when a beautiful woman is busting my balls relentlessly.”
Fighting a smile, she pointed to the right. “This is me.”
His eyes followed her finger, then his eyebrows shot up. “This place? I could’ve sworn it was still sitting.”
“Nope. I snatched it up.”
“The former owner of this house was tied up in a lot of unsavory stuff before it got foreclosed. I hope you didn’t get saddled with a bunch of problems that weren’t yours.”
“Papers have been signed for a year and I still have all my skin, but I appreciate the concern.”
Leo followed her up the driveway to the front door, studying the grounds. It was almost the largest house in the neighborhood, second only to the Romanovsky’s.
“Well…” he said. “You definitely got yourself a beautiful home here. Hell of a bargain, too, last I checked.”
“I’m surprised none of your brothers snatched it up.”
“Too close to the