She dressed and headed toward the kitchen then poured herself some coffee. Flipping on the radio, she heard the melancholy tune from a country and western station. It suited her mood. She’d just taken her first sip of the reviving brew when Brad came through the door.“Morning, lazybones,” he teased.She returned his greeting yet didn’t feel nearly as cheerful as he appeared.“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re not usually so glum. Bad night?”“A couple of them,” she explained. “I’m not getting much sleep.”“Too much sex or too little?” he asked, reaching out a hand to draw her from her chair. He put his arms around her and hugged her close. “Is that big brother of mine causing you a lot of heartache again?”“That he is,” she whispered. She slid her arms around Brad’s waist and returned his hug. It felt good to have someone to talk to and hold. “I love him so much. I know he feels something for me but he’s too stubborn to let go of the anger.”“Maybe it’s time we told him the whole truth,”
