“I think I like being around you more than your sister,” I admitted. “Does that make me a bad friend?” “Nah,” Hugh replied, turning his head to look at me again. “I get it.” “You do?” “Yep.” Nodding, he closed the book and rested his chin on his hand. “You like the peace and quiet, and my sister is the opposite of quiet.” My eyes widened in surprise. “I do like the quiet.”
