His disgust was evident. “I know you were just a kid, but why would you protect a loser who sold drugs?”
“It’s a long story.” She smothered a yawn.
“I have all night.” He sounded ominous and was obviously unmoved by her tiredness. He was such an intractable jerk at times. Most times. All the damned time.
Another yawn overtook her, and she blinked heavy eyes as she tried to summarize the events that had led up to her arrest. “He was sort of my stepbrother, I guess you could say, though his father and my mother never married. Ian didn’t live with us, but his p*****t of a father did.” It took another deep breath to keep her tone level. “He had decided to move from looking to touching. I was sixteen and scared to death the gropes would progress to something way worse. My mother was a druggi
