She felt his shoulders shrug. “I forgive you.” “That’s it? Seems too easy.” “What else is there?” “Like, you aren’t going to hold it over me or make me do your chores for a year?” “Tempting, but nope.” Quinn gave a pained snort. “Well…thank you.” “We can share,” Milo said. “What do you mean?” “You need a family, but you don’t have one. I’ll share mine with you. Then we can be brother and sister, for real.” “You really want that?” He snuggled into her neck. His mop of unruly curls tickled her cheeks. “More than Christmas. More than peanut butter.”
