They had ordered pizza and played board games while Vicky valiantly tried to stay awake until midnight. But she had slumped over on her side around a quarter after eleven, as the television showed partiers in New York whooping it up in Times Square.
“Is she asleep?”
Michael shook her shoulder. The only response was a faint whine of complaint. “Out like a light,” he smiled. He carefully picked up his little sister and carried her into her room. He put her to bed, taking off her shoes and pulling the covers over her small body.
When he turned, he found Lisa eying him fondly. “You’re a good brother, Michael.”
“Thanks,” he said awkwardly. He closed the door to Vicky’s bedroom and followed the older woman back down the hall. His eyes couldn’t help but admire the sexy sway of her slim hips,
