and for that she was inordinately grateful. She needed time to think and to adjust. Her sense of responsibility toward her younger brother had existed for so many years, she realized, that it had become almost maternal in nature.Her mouth twisted ruefully even as the tears stung her eyes. She stood, hands jammed into the front pockets of her jeans, and stared out at the calm surface of the lake. She had walked far enough to be out of sight of the cabins.Craig was a man now, she told herself. A young man who lacked experience, it was true, but still a man. Ryder had been right to correct her when she had termed her brother a “kid” a few days ago. Even mothers had to let go when the time came, Brenna reminded herself. It was still more important that she, who was not his mother, step out of the responsibility role. After all, she wanted herself and Craig to be friends. It would be unhealthy and stupid to try to persist in the dominant older sister mode.Funny, she’d never thought of herself as domineering, but when she’d heard herself yelling at her younger brother that he had to stay in college, there was no denying the fact that she had assumed too much responsibility, for too long.Not that Craig was going to allow her to control his life, apparently, she added wryly.
