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prisoner by their well-meaning mother?
    God knew he’d spent enough time in their younger years bailing her out of trouble. Time for her to pay back the favors.
    After a few minutes, he composed himself and she got him a tissue. He laughed. “I hoped you’d handle it well, but you take the cake, Gee. Jesus, I fucking wubs you like you have no idea.”
    “I wubs you, too, bro. I wish you’d told me sooner.”
    He shrugged. “There was never a good time when Mom wasn’t within earshot.” He blew his nose. “You are the world’s best sister. Well, okay, you tie for first with Amy.”
    “We’re your only sisters, dip.”
    He grinned. “I’m glad you’re my sisters.”

    * * * *

    After Liam recovered, he settled in to do his own work while Gwen checked her e-mail and found one from Tim.

    Write more, write faster, Go-Go girl. I need my next fix! Got your review up on the store blog, hope you like it. Kissy-huggy! - TimE.

    He included a link.
    She read a little nervously, even though she suspected it would be a glowing review. Yep, another rave from him. Not all reviews he gave her were perfect. He didn’t hesitate to point out flaws, but always in a gentle way that never bruised her pride.
    She would write him back later, but a glance at the time showed she needed to order their pizza. During the wait for it, she stewed about not receiving a return call or text message from Amy. That wasn’t like her. She’d been gone nine days now. To disappear off the radar like this wasn’t typical behavior for their responsible older sister.
    Ten minutes after they sat down to eat, their mom called.
    Again.
    “How’s Liam?”
    Gwen felt tempted to joke she’d hired him a hooker, but didn’t think her ultra-conservative mother would approve of the jest. “He’s fine. Want to talk to him?”
    Liam frantically waved his arms and shook his head. “Oh, yes, if I can?”
    She grinned evilly as she handed the phone to him. He glared at her and swallowed the piece of pizza he’d been chewing before speaking. “Hi, Mom. I’m fine…I know…I will…Boneless, skinless grilled chicken and steamed veggies…Yes, very healthy…Right. Dinner’s getting cold, Mom. Bye.” He hung up and put her phone on the table. “You are sooo lucky I love you so much. That was mean, making me talk to her.”
    She laughed and reached for another slice of pizza. “Never tasted boneless, skinless grilled chicken like this.”
    “Oh, please. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a cheeseburger?”
    She poked his trim abs. “At least you’re not overweight. I’ll be riding your butt to watch that when you’re living here, you know.” With his reduced mobility, keeping his weight healthy to prevent additional health problems was important.
    “Hey, I work out. I’ve got that tabletop arm bike thing I use, and I still lift weights. I also swim three times a week at the Y. But damn, I’m not a friggin’ rabbit. I want red meat sometimes.”
    “And pizza.”
    “Fuck yeah!” He sipped his beer. “And one of these every so often. Jesus, you are the best sister, hands down. Amy loses. She won’t buy me beer.”
    “Too afraid of Dad?”
    “Terrified. Last time I asked her, she freaked out so bad you’d think I’d asked her to strip for a living.” He closed his eyes and chewed another bite, savoring it. “This is heaven, sis. Really and truly.”
    “Pizza and beer is heaven? Dude, we need to get you laid.”
    “Yet another thing not happening if I’m living there. Can you see me trying to date? I’m at the point where I fake hurting every Sunday so Mom’s not dragging me to church with them or guilt-tripping me for not going. She keeps trying to fix me up with these women who…” He shuddered. “They’re either older than me, or practically jailbait. Not to mention another serious flaw.”
    “None of them have penises?”
    He laughed. “Bingo!”

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    After dinner, they cuddled on the couch to talk