Luna hummed. “It’s complicated.” It was probably a cop-out, but it was an easy answer to fall back on.
“Okay, I won’t touch that one. I’m just grateful my sister has people that care about her while she’s away from home.”
“Jeez, Grant, dial down the big brother routine.” Reagan rolled her eyes as she ate. It was not the first time they’d had such a discussion.
“Hey, I practically raised you.” He pointed his spoon at her. “I can’t help it if it feels like you’re half my sister and half my daughter.”
“As long as you don’t expect me to call you daddy because then things would get weird.”
Grant boomed out a loud laugh and threw his napkin at her smirking face. “Absolutely not.”
“Good.”
It was after lunch that Luna and Reagan were in the bedroom talking. “Please don’t tell your brother I said this, and for the love of God, don’t tell Davis, but Grant is hot.”
Reagan groaned. “Not you, too! All of my high school friends said the same thing.”
“Well, he is. Don’t worry, I’m not harboring any feelings for him. Those are still all tangled up with Davis.” Luna flopped onto the bed.
“He’s always had women hitting on him, but he turned them all down before I left. I hope he’s getting some action now that he’s alone.”
“It’s the tattoos. Or maybe it’s the beard.” Luna sat up. “It’s the muscles, and the way he dotes on you, and the deep voice with the accent.” Luna shivered. If she didn’t have a complicated love/hate relationship already, she’d be interested in the older Hughes sibling.
“Gross.”
Luna laughed. “I don't blame you for not seeing it. You’re not supposed to find your brother attractive.”
Reagan sighed. “Objectively, I know he has all the right qualities a woman would want. I want him to be happy, same as he wants for me. I just don’t want to think too hard about him and some woman scratching each other’s itch.”
“No, I don’t imagine you do. Hopefully, he’s found somebody. He’ll probably grill you about every boy you’ve met since going to school.”
Reagan sighed. That was exactly what she was afraid of, and she didn’t want to lie to her brother. “Well, there’s nothing to tell. No boys have shown any interest in me.”
“They will. Just wait.”
Reagan didn’t say it, but the last thing she wanted was more trouble with boys—or men.
