Chapter 32

“I reckon I’d like to meet your brother and sister.” Brandon grinned, his eyes twinkling and letting me know he was pulling out the accent just to stir my blood. For the most part, Brandon’s Georgia upbringing did little more than to soften some words, and draw out others. But he knew how much it revved my motor to hear him talk without censure. I wasn’t sure if it was the accent itself or the subconscious realization that he felt free to be completely himself around me that turned me on more.

“Great,” I said, heavy with sarcasm. “Just remember they are crazy and intrusive and irritating beyond all hell.”

Brandon gave a soft laugh and tilted his head to consider me. “They’re nineteen. Of course they are. But I can tell how much you love them, so don’t go trying to fool me none.”