“You look stressed,” Michael says in lieu of a hello, kissing my cheek.
“Y“Thanks?” I shake my head. “That for me?”
He nods at the coffee on the table and slides it closer to me while I take a seat across from him. “I hope you’re not stressing about the money again, sis, because—”
I shake my head. “No, nothing like that.” To be honest, I’m always worried about money, but for once, something else is occupying more of my brain space than the dwindling balance in my checking account. “Actually, I’m having some guy troubles.”
“Yeah?” Michael says, watching me curiously. I have no idea why, but I realize we’ve never discussed things like this before. “You know that happens to be my specialty, right?”
“Guys?” I ask, grinning at him.
He nods, satisfied with himself. “If it’s got a d**k, I c
