I’m almost positive we can’t share any acquaintances or friends. I’m sure I’d remember hooking up with her. There’s no elf makeup blocking her face. After Moira, there were certainly some drunken nights, but none in which I partook in losing myself in another woman. Besides, this woman would have had to be in London at the time and she doesn’t exactly strike me as a worldly person. By the time I came to New York, I had my sights set on excelling in my career, so I know for certain I haven’t been with her in the decade plus since.

“You know my brother, Finn Montgomery.”

My stomach sinks. I don’t only know her brother. He’s my best mate.

“You’re Finn’s little sister?” My mouth is agape as I try to make sense of this. “I thought his sister’s name was—”

She grins. “He’s the only one who calls me Mac. Everyone else calls me Kenzie, but my given name is MacKenzie.”

Kenzie looks as if it’s a delightful situation we’ve found ourselves in.

I, however, realize two things.

First, ditching dinner is no longer an option and I’ll be forced to endure the shame of dining with a full-grown elf woman. Second, the fact she’s Finn’s sister gives me the perfect out without having to make an excuse for why we’re not a match.

Because if anything ever happened between Kenzie and me, Finn would murder me.

Chapter Three

Kenzie

I can’t believe Andrew Wainwright is sitting across from me.

“Well, it truly is a small world then, isn’t it?” His smile strains and I can’t tell if it’s because he’s uncomfortable knowing I’m Finn’s sister or not.

I mean, he hasn’t exactly appeared to be super into the date so far. In fact, he’s been kind of a jerk. I get the elf costume, but a nice person would have tried to make me feel as if it wasn’t that big of a deal, whereas he’s making me feel like a loser.

Regardless of his coolness, this is my brother’s best friend. So while it’s obvious there’s no romantic match, we can still salvage a nice dinner.

I’ve always been curious about Andrew. They met in law school after my brother had already long moved out of our house in Indiana. I only moved to the city after college, and I guess our paths never crossed.

From what my brother has told me, Andrew is obsessive about his law career and puts in a lot of time in at the law firm he works at. I see that now as he keeps glancing at his watch.

“I can’t believe you’re Andrew Wainwright. It’s crazy that we’d end up on a date together.”