“Hey, that’s my cousin you’re talking about.” A small smile appeared in the corner of his lips, and he shrugged. “I’m just saying she’d never have the balls to take part in a Shakespearean farce directed by two troublesome octogenarians in order to make her dreams come true.” A strong and heady warmth wove its way from her heart through the rest of her body. She loved that he saw her as interesting and ballsy and not imprudent or immature. Her smile emerged full force.
