“Of course not. They went to lunch together and found one another fascinating enough to want to go out. I’m not my brother’s keeper or a pimp, Peter.”He paced around the campaign office and realized he wasn’t just pissed off but rather angry to the point where he clearly couldn’t control his temper. How could this nymph, this woman he barely knew arouse these kinds of emotions in him?“No, you aren’t a pimp, but God knows you haven’t liked Sigourney from the start. Why are you so gung ho she’s with your brother? Is this some sort of petty backbiting going on?”“For Christ’s sake, Peter, get a fucking grip! The world doesn’t revolve around you and your emotions toward some slip of a girl who happens to be your campaign aide.” Kylie poured herself a stiff whiskey and downed it in one swallow. “Listen, I have a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Cake Batter and Fast & the Furious 6 calling my name at home. What’s the point of this discussion, Peter?”“The point, Kylie, is I think you are purposely undermining any sort of relationship that might result between Sigourney and I—”
