Cole’s POV

I stand in the middle of my own kitchen, surrounded by chaos disguised as family, and I realize something very important. I am being emotionally blackmailed by two eight-year-olds. The twins stand in front of me with their arms crossed, identical expressions of disappointment carved onto their faces as I have personally ruined romance as a global concept. Isabella and Peter hover nearby, pretending to be innocent observers, which is impressive considering this entire disaster is ...