Chapter 68

With a wink that no one else sees, Dan says, “I’m not the only one.” He sips his milk, which leaves a moustache beaded above his upper lip, and even though we’re not alone, I can’t stop myself from kissing it away. The milk tastes cool against his warm skin, and while I’m still close, he whispers, “Why don’t you apologize to her?”

Because she’s my sister, I think. I shouldn’t have to say I’m sorry. Still, he gives me a slight nudge in her direction, and when I move past him, he slaps my ass playfully. Yes, I definitely can’twait to get him alone again, in one of the upstairs bedrooms maybe, or the attic where Aunt Evie stores slip-covered furniture. Just the two of us, the door locked on the rest of the family, and I’ll show him just how contrite I can be. I’m looking forward to it already.