fifteen
Twyla
“All right. Don’t be such a stranger.” Miles pulls me into a hug that I return.
I met him for an early dinner down the street from my condo. “I’m not trying to be a stranger, I’m just trying not to be a bother. You’re busy.”
He pulls away, hands on my shoulders and looking down at me. “Never too busy for my little sis.”
“Be that as it may, I’m not here to be a burden. You’re in season. I know how it is.”
He squeezes my shoulders and his hands drop. “You should come to more practices. You’re coming to the game on Sunday, right?”
I nod. “I’ll be there.”
“Good stuff. Want me to drive you home?” He glances over my shoulder in the direction of my condo.
I shake my head. “I’ll walk. It’s a decent night.”
He obviously doesn’t like my answer because the corners of his lips
