“We’re not having dinner at your place, Aneliese,” Gabe declared, his tone leaving no room for debate.

“Please, Gabe!” I clasped my hands together, practically begging. “I swear I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“You don’t even know what that means, Olivia,” he shot back.

“Don’t treat your wife like a child, Gabe. She’s not one,” Aneliese scolded him. “I expect you both at my house for dinner at seven.”

“We’ll be there, sis!” I chirped, practically ...