“Hey,” Sheridan said, lifting her head from his bare chest and leaning her chin on one arm so she could look in his eyes, “if you're coming home with me for Christmas, won't your family miss you?”
“No, sweetheart,” he replied off-handedly, trying to evade the question.
“They won't miss you?” she persisted, eyebrows down.
There will be no getting out of it, I suppose. “I don't have a family.”
She gave him a puzzled look.
Michael sighed, his hands coming to rest on her bare back. “I was in foster care. I don't know who my father is, and my mother lost custody when I was pretty young. I have no family.”
“Oh, I'm sorry. Was it… okay for you there?” The sympathy in her eyes overpowered his reserve.
He let out a little more. “Yes. Going to live with Molly more or less saved my life. She's
