Sara held back the look her brother told her could kill a man in less than three seconds. She gave the rehearsed answer. The appropriate answer. The answer everyone expected. “We’re waiting to see what happens when he gets back from his mission.” The man lifted an eyebrow and his whole face stretched into a wide smile. He leaned forward, conspiratorially. “Sara, you don’t need to be nervous around me. I am Jonathon’s, Uncle Ben. The same uncle that Jonathon’s mother wants to skin and roast for Sunday dinner right now because she blames me.” Sara frowned. “Blames you for what?” He winked at her. “For you.” Sara could feel the red sports forming up her neck. “Oh.” He took a step back. “Hey, don’t you worry about that.” He winked. “I’m not. Jonathon tells me everything and he told me you are important to him, Sara. Very important to him.
