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“But I wasn’t sure if she would want such an unusual design.”

He shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because she wouldn’t have asked you if she didn’t want your design. Do what you want, and she’ll love it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Trust me, I know my sister.”

Amber smiled. “Then I think I’ll go with a hummingbird, Felicity has always reminded me a bit of a hummingbird.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because of the way she flutters around the room.”

He scoffed. “I’ve seen her move, and I don’t know if I would call it fluttering.”

“No? Then what would you call it?”

“Running, sprinting, she’s a bit like a hyperactive child.”

“She is a little, isn’t she?”

“You should see her when she’s at home. She’s even worse of you can believe it.”

“I have to be honest, I’m having a hard time picturing that.”

“Then lucky you.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“If she wanted to, I’m pretty sure she would be able to chase a squirrel and catch it with her bare hands.”

“That would be impressive to see.”

“It would be disturbing is what it would be. Do you think she would chase it while standing up right or perhaps drop to all four and chase it like a dog?”

“That’s horrible!” Amber chided, but the giggles she couldn’t hold back gave her away.

“Maybe, but if it is, then you’re horrible too.”

“How? I’m not the one who said it!”

“Perhaps not, but you did laugh.”

“I did not!”

“You did! I heard you.”

“I don’t know what you heard, but it couldn’t possibly have been that! I would never laugh about something like that.”

“Keep telling yourself that. I know what I heard.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she insisted, crossing her arms.

“Of course not.”