Betty always had a knack for pushing buttons.

When her grin stretched wider, I mirrored it with one of my own. "Not convinced," I said coolly.

"Not into Karl?" she asked, her tone as bold as ever.

I met her directness with equal measure. "Not really my type. Plus..." I let out a soft laugh. "If I married Karl, I'd have to start calling you and Ashton 'Aunt Betty' and 'Uncle Ashton.' That feels like a step down for me, wouldn’t you ...