Old habits were hard to break. Ever since they were kids, he knew how to push his brother’s buttons, and he did it often. If Jeff ever bothered to look, he’d find Jason’s bedroom every bit as neat as his, maybe neater, but that was Jason’s little secret. A guy had to have something that was his own. A plate in the sink didn’t bother Jason, but it made Jeff crazy. How was a brother supposed to ignore opportunities like that? Jason couldn’t, anymore than he could stop breathing. It didn’t help that every day he felt Megan slipping away from him a little more. Or maybe he was slipping away from her; he couldn’t tell. All he knew was his alone time with her had dwindled to almost nonexistent in the last few months. This afternoon, he seized the opportunity to have Megan all to himself for a while, and she hadn’t exactly pushed him away. When Jeff walked in though, he really hoped Megan would say she wanted to be alone with him. Instead, she allowed Jeff to join them. He did a good job of hiding his feelings, or at least, he thought he did.
