I’ve heard of Jack, but he’s certainly not a *little* cousin. *Younger* or *youngest* cousin would be a better term for the big boy. At eighteen, he stands well over six feet and with his broad shoulders heavily muscled, I’m guessing he’s over two-hundred pounds, maybe even closer to three-hundred.
“Hi, nice to meet you, Abigale.” He smiles on one side of his mouth and holds his big hand out to me.
I take it, my chest tightening as I prepare for a tight squeeze, but he applies a firm yet gentle handshake.
I smile up at him. Being five-one always has me looking up at people, but being over a foot shorter is pretty rough. “I’ve heard so much about you. These two are always saying you’re getting away with murder over at your grandparent’s.”
Jack laughs, a deep rich tone. He glances at his cousins, Rebecca and Vicky. “They’re just jealous since I’m the favorite.”
My best friend, Rebecca rolls her eyes. “Babies are always the favorite.” She launches into a story about Jack doing the exact same thing she had done a year prior and getting no flack while she’d been grounded for a month.