"Sisters can be a blessing and a curse," Finn agreed. "Moira's favorite was to braid my hair while I slept, knowing damned well I was half-asleep when I went in to school in the mornings. I wouldn't notice until second block most of the time."

He grinned around his own drink, black coffee, and laid a hand over his heart. "I would have, but I'm terrified you'd just use me up and toss me aside when you were done and leave me nursing a shattered heart for the rest of my days."

Not that he hadn't thought about it, or her, in that way. A few times. On the pool table. In the back room. Right on this very bar. Suddenly, he was glad his brother, and his ease of tripping through people's minds, were far away from Maine.