(Cassidy)
Harlow set her coffee down with a little too much energy, the way she did when she was about to redirect a conversation whether anyone wanted her to or not.
"Okay. Change of topic."
"That doesn't sound good," I said.
"It's good. I promise. Sort of." She folded her hands on the table like she was conducting a meeting. "Family discussion time."
Dane groaned and dropped his head back against the chair.
"We just sat through your confession about your s*x life," he said. "I don't have room for another topic this morning."
"This isn't about my s*x life. Well. Not directly." She turned to me. "You know what's strange? I've known you for years and I couldn't tell you a single thing about your parents. Or your brother. Or your sister. You just never talk about them."
I went still.
