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"Do we have to talk about this?" I deflect, causing her to smile mischievously.

"Well, yeah. Now, we do."

Deep breath, Edward. Pushing the words out with my used air, I confess. "My little brother."

She pivots in her seat, drawing up her left knee and her tiny skirt in the process. Her eyes glint with undeniable curiosity. "Seriously? A brother? Does he look like you?"

I snort, and immediately wish I could take it back, but she just giggles. "Uh…no. He's got dark straight hair and about sixty more pounds of muscle on him."

"Mmmm," she moans.

"He's taken."