“Is it true?” Mara asked, her voice low and cold.
I just sighed. “Is what true?”
“You know her?” Max asked, shocked.
“Did you bond with him?” The disgust rolling off her voice was painful to hear.
“Wes, Max, this is Mara. Mara, Agents Caldwell and Dreswick,” I said like it was a polite conversation. No one moved. I sighed again and turned my attention to my sister. “Why would you even ask me that?”
She narrowed her eyes, pissed, I was sure, for questioning her. “That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that suddenly you can’t be bothered to communicate with your own sister.”
“Sister?” Max asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
Wes growled.
I ignored them both. “Not that it’s any of your business, Mara, but no, I haven’t bonded with Wes.” It was pretty easy to guess how she’d found out. Mara didn’t work for DEMA, but she sure seemed to havea lot of friends who did, so one of the busybody gossipmongers must have called her.
“But you are seeing him?”