WELL, THE DANGER HAD dissipated, but my sister was still edgy. She reached for her marshmallow then winced as Tank’s hand landed in the exact same spot.
“Sorry,” my sister began, yanking her fingers away as if the fire had reached out and burned them.
“Let me tell you something I learned during my first year as a lawyer,” Tank murmured, body unmoving as if Harper was a stray dog as likely to bite as to flee from him. “Never apologize when you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Sor—” my sister started, only to catch herself before she could spit out the word a second time.
Tank shrugged. “And ask for what you want. You want the marshmallow, or you want me to finish roasting it?”
“I—” Harper’s eyes slid sideways, seeking escape. But Tank just sat there, still and silent. And eventually she cleare
