“If she’s being bullied or some shit like that, then I can help. I can fix this if you tell me.” His brows rose. “You can fix this?” “For her?” I nodded determinedly. “Absolutely.” “You like her.” He arched another brow at me and tilted his head to one side. “Maybe even more than like her.” I didn’t bother denying it. Not to him. This wasn’t Gibsie, or one of the lads at school trying to get a rise out of me. This was her brother. I knew better than to spew bullshit in this moment.
