“I guess I can ask Lila. She can take notes,” I said, going for nonchalant, even as the thought of spending more time with her sent a thrill through me. That thrill quickly turned to dread, though, when my brother shot me a glare. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low and gruff. “Don’t look at her. Don’t think about her like that.” “Like what?” I said, playing dumb. “You are a grown man. I don’t need to explain it.”
