“We all have problems, B.” Fuck. Again. At least I hadn’t slipped up and called him baby. The thought made my insides turn molten. My cheeks grew hot. “I know, but…” He shook his head again, hair flopping. “I think I have a lot of trauma I haven’t dealt with since my sister’s death.” His poor lip got caught by his teeth again and I licked my own in sympathy. “Ever since she died—ever since I got Becca, it’s like…I’ve been just waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
