Tabitha’s POV

I turn to the familiar voice. A stubby middle-aged man with sun-darkened skin and a weathered face full of laugh lines grins at me.

“Mario!” I grin.

Why do I always see this man whenever I go here?

Mario strides over with a grin of his own, his face lined from years under the sun.

“Didn’t think I’d see you back here so soon.”

“Couldn’t stay away,” I reply.

He laughs and glances at my stepbrothers. “And who might these fine gentlemen be?” His brows furrow as if he’s convinced the brothers look familiar but he just can’t put a finger on it.

I smile and proceed to...