“So you are the one who gets in trouble then?” he teased playfully, quirking an eyebrow.
He meant nothing by it, of course, but brothers generally didn’t worry about their sisters unless there was a genuine reason to, and that reason usually came in the form of other boys.
“If you ask my brother, yes.” It was an honest answer despite the small smile that tugged at her lips.
She didn’t personally think she was trouble, but the way her brother and great grandma watched her made her think they knew something she didn’t. It was a little unnerving.
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