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But you know what I mean.”

They each started to deny it.

“Save it,” I said as I stepped under the shower and rinsed the last of the shaving cream. “I saw you both. It was really kinda cute, to be honest, how you did it while the other wasn’t looking. But don’t try to deny it.”

Christy looked chagrined, while Erin wanted to argue.

“Ready for me to turn off the water?” I asked them.

“Chill, Erin,” I told her. “You can’t win every argument.”

“Says you,” she muttered.

I just laughed and handed Christy her towel.

Then I passed Erin hers and reached for my own. “Let’s get a move on,” I said. “You know how Dad gets if we’re late. And if it makes you feel any better, Erin, you’re totally right about me being the worst boyfriend in the world. I’d be in the doghouse now if it weren’t for you and Mom and Susan. So thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome,” she said ungraciously.

“I mean it.” I gave her a brotherly kiss on the forehead. “You’re my favorite sister.”

“You’re still my favorite.

”

Christy grinned at me.

“Now, do you mind if I shave my face, or would it make me look gay?”

Erin rolled her eyes.

“I think it makes you look handsome,” Christy said. “Him too.”

It was my turn to look surprised.

Erin didn’t understand the reference. “He’s your boyfriend, I guess.”

“It’s very dashing,” Christy told her.

“Oh, please!” Erin said. “Seriously? Is that what you call it?”

The penny finally dropped for Erin. “Hold on, who do you mean by

“That depends,” Christy said with a goofy, endearing grin.

“The smaller him is Mr. Big. The bigger him is Paul.”

“Ha! Okay. So you have a pet name for his dick.”

“What can I say? I really like it.”

We’re gonna be late.”

The girls each went to a sink and after a minute started chatting about

I glanced over and realized that Christy hadn’t wrapped her towel around her body. It was draped over the corner of her sink, and she didn’t seem to care.

“Zip me up,” Christy said as she turned and swept her hair out of the way.

She looked even smaller than usual in the tight black dress, although the padded shoulders were part of the reason. She picked up her purse and once again searched for the mirror. (The room didn’t have one.)

“How do I look?” she said at last.

“Beautiful. As always.”

I straightened an imaginary tilt in the shoulders of her dress. Then I tucked her hair behind her ear and ran the backs of my fingers along the line of her jaw.