“Okay, let’s go over it again.” I stop myself short of saying once and for all since the air of finality wigs me out. “You know the drill, we have American Thanksgiving in two weeks so be prepared, train your stomach from now.”
Brody laughs, but there’s an edge to it, panic leaking out. “Train my stomach. I’ve been over before, Amber, lots of times. I know how to behave.”
“Yeah, definitely, definitely, behave. Like I’ve said before, no being overly touchy, or I’ll sock you one.”
“Yes, I know, Amber. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to. Are your cousins going to be there? Vick and Max?” he asks. It sounds like there’s a question within a question, but I’m too tired to go deep-diving to try and find the answer hidden behind all the bullshit.
“Yeah, obviously. We are going t
