“Joey, we can’t go over there,” I pleaded. “Please.” “Shannon Lynch,” Joey said in a teasing tone. “Are you blushing?” “No,” I grumbled. “You know it’s okay by me if you like him, don’t you?” Joey chuckled. “I’m not that kind of brother. All I want you to do is be careful. I’ve told you what he’s about. He’ll be gone in the summer so it’s up to you if you want to get hung up on something temporary.” “I don’t,” I lied, mortified. “So drop it.” “Fair enough,” Joey mused. “Then you should have no problem stopping over for some grub.”
