“This couch pulls out, right?” he asked and bounced on it.
“Why do you care?”
“Because I’m staying,” he said, laying his arms along the back.
“No, you’re not,” she said, rushing over to stand in front of him.
While she was heating up, he seemed so relaxed, which didn’t help his case much.
“You’re my sister. It’s my job to look out for you.”
“I don’t want to be your job—”
“I want to look out for you,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You didn’t stop McDade doing it. Why would you have a problem with me doing the same thing?”
“Maybe because you’re my brother.”
“Hiding something?”
“Is that what this is? You’re investigating me?”
“I want you to be safe. I don’t want to spend days worrying about you because you don’t pick up your phone. I gave you the chance to do this your way—”
“You can’t move into my apartment.”
“Because? Why would you worry about me investigating you unless there was something to find? How many guys are you dating?”
Zero. Which was kind of the problem.
“That’s none of your business,” was what came out. “I could be screwing twenty guys. If I was, having my brother around might put a dampener on my social life.”
“If you were, someone would be home checking up on you.” He smacked the couch cushion next to him. “Sit down, sister. This is happening whether you like it or not.”
