I raise my brows at Roman, who studiously avoids my gaze.

MaryAnn, who must be his sister or sister-in-law, turns and faces me again. “Oh, I’m sorry!” She gives Roman an expectant look. When he says nothing, she huffs out a breath and smiles, thrusting her hand toward me. “Apparently Roman isn’t going to bother introducing us. I’m MaryAnn, his sister-in-law, and the two hellions that ran past are my boys. The taller one is Jacob, and the other is ...