Charlie"s mouth fell open, but he couldn"t speak. He couldn"t even form a coherent thought. John kissing Roxy. Roxy, who he had hated for as long as they had worked together. He had too many questions and no idea where to start. They were supposed to be on a job, the biggest job of their lives. What the hell was John doing? Charlie was about to start with that, take the professional angle and ignore the awkwardness billowing between them all. Then he caught John"s eye, and suddenly he was a teenager again, staring at a frightened lost boy who didn"t know what to do.
John was afraid and uncertain and embarrassed, all the things Charlie had thought he"d outgrown. He stood frozen, vulnerable, and Charlie"s heart sank. He was the big brother, the responsible one. He had vowed to take care of
