“Pfft, yeah right,” she snorts. “Niles couldn’t wait to tell me all about it. He might have even giggled a little bit.” She smiles at the memory, which is a welcome sight. There hasn’t been much to smile about for either of us in too long.
Then her smile fades. My sister shifts closer to my desk, her hand flat on the wooden top. “How are you doing?”
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what?” She pulls back. “I’m worried about my brother.”
“You’re saying it like I’m terminal.”
“You are. Kind of.” She wags her brows playfully. “Terminally in love.” Just like she did as a kid, Anya makes kissy faces at me until she can’t help but laugh at herself.
I roll my eyes. “Are you done?”
“Done with the air kisses? Or done teasing you?” she asks. “Because I’m done with the air kisses for now. But I
