“Hey, Conor,” she teased. Her cheekbones were flushed pink. From the night chill, Eli hoped. Except it was June. In Texas. “Hi, Maya.” Hark nodded, pointedly looking elsewhere. He was always nice enough to pretend not to notice Eli’s sister’s crush, but did a miserable job of it. “There’s leftover risotto in the kitchen,” Eli said. When his sister left, Hark’s eyes followed her.
