When I went to remove his pigtails, Charlie hissed, “No, don’t!”
I scowled over at her. “Oh, come on. He’s worn them long enough. His scalp will be sore if we leave them in all night.”
“He’ll live.” She lifted her hands as if talking me off a ledge. “Now, stop touching him already. I don’t want to wake him up.”
Realizing I had been putting my hands all over her sleeping brother, I quickly snapped them away, blushing hard. When I cast a glance toward the other two sisters who were watching me fuss over him, they lifted their eyebrows as if to say, Well, well, look who’s crushing on Wick.
“Good.” Charlie nodded in approval right before her eyes lit up. “Now let’s talk about sex.”
“What?” Darcy cried from the chair where she’d drunkenly draped her legs over the armrest. “What the hell do
