THAYER

 

 

“Darling?” She just bumped into me and seemed in such urgency. “Are you okay?” 

 

“Am I okay? Do you really care?” She glared at me, those blue eyes darkening.

 

“Of course, I do.” My brows met in confusion. Why would she think that I didn’t care? Then a warning siren alarmed my head. 

 

Shit! I told my sister that was a bad idea, but it seemed to work. Only Kennedy hated me beyond measurable.

 

“Get off of me.” She jerked out of my arms. “Asshole.”

 

“You should not get used to cursing on me, Kennedy. Especially in public.”

 

She shook her head, blinking. “Do you know that your—” She...