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“I didn’t even know you had a sister.”
They hadn’t got to telling each other about their family history. Something Jonas had avoided like the plague.
“She came out of the blue,” Jonas explained. “So I guess we really are playing video games tonight.”
“Okay,” Adam said, clearly forcing a smile on his face.
“Sorry.” Jonas kissed Adam again. “Rain check on the wild sex?”
The evening had taken a turn. Yet the warm expression on Adam’s face was sexier than anything they could have gotten up to in the bedroom.
“I understand. Family comes before me.”
“Literally.”
Jonas led him into the lounge. Anna was fiddling with thegames console. She stopped and took in their visitor. She’d kicked her shoes off and sat cross-legged on the sofa.
“Hi,” she said.
“Adam Williams, I’d like you to meet my sister, Anna.”
Poor Adam seemed like a fish out of water as he sat next to her.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said. “What are we playing?”
“Some racing game,” Anna replied. “Jonas is rubbish, apparently.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “I hope he’s not going to make it too easy.”
“Relax,” Anna said, patting him on the leg. “I’m pretty good. I’ll give you a run for your money.”
“Is that right?”
Jonas watched them. Even though these weren’t the plans he’d made for the evening. There was something wholesome seeing Adam bond with Anna immediately. They were taking this affair to the next level.
“I suppose I’ll get some drinks in?”
“Can I meet Tito while I’m here?” Anna asked.
The television screen had Formula One cars on. Adam had the second controller.
“If you like,” Jonas replied.
“All the girls at school love him. I want to go home with autographs for them all.”
Adam caught Jonas’ eye and smirked.
“I think they might be disappointed with him.”
“Oh we know he’s gay,” Anna replied, very matter-of-factly. “We love him more because of it.”
Jonas filled with a flush of love for his sister. He came forward and stroked her long dark hair. He’d left her to fight Tuva all on her own.
“What else do you want to do while you’re here?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Is it different to Canonbury?”
“Just a little.”
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