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She smirked. “True. I’m sure you helped a lot of girls out in that area.”
“Ouch.”
She stared at him, her eyes saying something her mouth refused to speak. Finally, she asked, “What about you? Who did you like when we were growing up?”
“Well, there was Perrin Harris.”
“Who didn’t like her?”
“True. She’s still hot.”
“Careful, she’s married now.”
He arched a brow. “Yeah, she almost married Bran Dawson.”
“Why are you so hung up on Bran?”
Probably because the mere mention of the prick made his blood boil. “He screwed over my sister. I’d love the chance to beat him into the ground.”
He thought back to a few years ago when Mariella had been caught up with that weasel. Bran had strung her along for years, all while in a relationship with someone else. He even proposed to the other girl and expected Mariella to stick around as his side squeeze.
Giovanni was still pissed off that his cousin Ryan got a shot at him. If anyone should have punched that asshole it should have been him. Mariella was his sister, after all.
“Who else? Everyone had a thing for Perrin.”
“Remember Josephine Cook? She was always cool.”
“Jo? She’s gay.”
His brows shot up. “What? No, she’s not. We used to make out all the time.”
Erin laughed, the sound more teasing than her usual taunting snicker. Her lips pursed with mock sympathy and she shrugged. “Must have been your kissing.”
“Yeah right.” His mind processed the shock, but the more he thought about Jo, the more he could see her liking girls. How had he missed that when they were younger? “Remember Jenn Moore?”
At that, Erin’s head tilted and her eyes widened. “Braydon McCullough’s ex?”
Giovanni nodded. He had it so bad for Jenn in high school. “I was obsessed.”
Erin laughed, but it came out as more of a disbelieving scoff. “She was mean.”
“Uh, in this scenario, is she the kettle or the pot? I always get you two confused.”
Her mouth sealed shut. “Whatever. Jenn purposefully liked hurting people. I remember when Samantha McCullough first came around. Jenn told me she was going to break her and Braydon up.”
Giovanni laughed. “She didn’t have to. Colin handled that.”
“Right?” She chuckled again. “That was nuts. I always assumed he wasn’t into girls.”
“Well, he had no problem going after his brother’s.”
She shook her head. “Your family has so much drama.”
“We like it that way. Gives us plenty to talk about and more to repent for on Sunday.”
Rolling her eyes, she dug out another pretzel. “Well, aren’t you just the good little Catholic boy.”
“Hey, I was an altar boy!”
