“My sister Shannon? She’s only fifteen. So, I hope you don’t have any notions because she’s a good girl.” “I’m well aware, and no, I don’t,” came his cool response and for the first time, I heard a crack in his polite bullshit exterior. Clearly, I’d hit a nerve. “We’re, uh…” “Friends?” I offered, amused. “Yeah,” he answered, sounding flustered. “We’re friends.”
