He throws back his head and laughs. Then he releases my hand and gives me a friendly shove in the shoulder. “Oh, the temper! I’d forgotten how much I enjoy being threatened by you.” He sighs dramatically, as if his feelings are hurt. “Even though I always volunteer to watch over your family when you have to leave the country for work.”
Flexing my wrist, I grouse, “I said ‘probably.’ And we both know exactly why you volunteer, you ass, so don’t pretend you’re a saint.”
He shrugs. “If you were really worried about it, you wouldn’t keep asking me.”
He doesn’t even have the decency to look ashamed that I know he’s still got a thing for my woman. But he’s right: I’m not worried about it. Eva thinks of him as a big brother, and for all his egotistical and unscrupulous ways, I know he’d never
