“That’s my sister.” Now he was cackling. “Oh shit, my bad.” He turned the sink off with his forearm and turned toward Grady. “Don’t worry, though.” He flicked his wet fingers at Grady, splashing tiny droplets on his face. “You’re prettier.” There he went, right under the skin again. Was Grady supposed to be flattered or simply knocked off-kilter? Maybe he was supposed to be offended. Pretty wasn’t always a compliment when you were talking to a dude. “Prettier than you,” he agreed. Lockhart grabbed a couple paper towels and dried his hands. “Too bad.” With a wink, he dropped them in the trash.
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