“Everything okay?” I murmur, arching one brow at Brittany.
“Just…processing. They don’t really seem to mind, do they?” she asks, her gaze flicking to mine.
“I didn’t think they would. What did Krista say in the elevator?”
“She has lots of questions for me.”
I crane my neck to the side and find my baby sister watching us from her spot next to Mom, while Dad has fallen behind, exploring a storefront ten feet back.
“Dad,” I call out.
He glances up from the sports memorabilia store’s window display and rushes to catch up to us.
I make a mental note to check that shop out later, since his birthday is next month. He’s been a die-hard Colorado Knights fan for as long as I can remember.
“What are you going to tell her?” I ask, turning back to Brittany.
“As little as I can get away with. It should help that you’re her brother. She won’t want all the details.”
My steps falter as her response sinks in. “What do you mean ‘all the details’?”
Her face contorts, her lips pursing. “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”
“Humor me.”
“How our…sex life…is.” Her voice is so low I can hardly make out the words.
As we step inside the restaurant, I give the name for our reservation to the maître d’, who tells us to follow him.
“You two talk about that kind of stuff?”
“How else would I know that your sister likes to—”
With a jerk, I drop her hand and cover my ears. “I don’t want to know,” I tell her.
She smirks and drills her index finger into my stomach. “Just like she won’t want to know.”
