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resurrecting childhood memories of when they played in the snow and challenged each other to come up with the best “snow name.”
    “Good one.” This time, he sipped the bourbon, appreciated she didn’t add a mixer, and savored the burn sliding down his throat. “Perfect flake.”
    “You botched it with Cadence.” Her light tone turned serious.
    “How about we get mommy-to-be inside the house before you get wet?”
    “Honestly Bradley, I’d rather stand out here stark naked to cool off, but knowing you won’t approve, let’s move to the barn.” She stopped and shifted a mischievous gaze on him. “Unless you’re cold.”
    Not hardly. “The barn it is.” Situated inside, she sat in an aluminum foldup chair, and he leaned against a round hay bale a few feet away.
    “Gonna tell me what’s up?” When seconds passed without a response, her eyes narrowed. “Bradley Lovett, don’t even try to tell me that was a first kiss.”
    Man, he had to get her off the warpath. Calm her before her blood pressure escalated. “I thought Matt went inside to watch you.” He swallowed another mouthful of bourbon.
    She grinned and folded her arms on top of her belly. “He did.” Her face flushed and she glowed.
    Bring up Matt, and she turns to putty.
    “Want the details?”
    “Don’t!” He showed her his palm.
    “Then spill.”
    Would Trina figure out what transpired between him and Cadence? Would she understand why he’d rushed out of the house chasing her best friend, putting them in a situation that resulted in them barely speaking?
    “When, Bradley?” He blinked, and refocused on his sister. “When did you two hookup?” Her tone was steel and spiteful. “Don’t clam up! My blood pressure can’t take it.”
    Her mouth pinched and her eyes narrowed. With her face full from the pregnancy, she resembled the chubby-cheek, furry creatures that ran rampant in their backyard in Maryland.
    “Okay, Chipmunk,” he said with the intention of bringing levity to the conversation.
    “What?” Her lips quivered.
    Ah, fuck ! “I’m not responsible for what I say,” he continued. This topic was much better. “You gave me the alcohol. Blame the new chipmunk nickname on the bourbon.”
    Immediately her hands went to her cheeks, to her stomach then to her head; she sat further back in her seat. Afraid she’d tip he rushed over, and stood behind her to brace a hand against the back of the chair. “Careful.”
    Her shoulders shook and her head lowered. He wanted to kick himself in the ass. Their parents’ condescending tone had taught both of them not to use the same with others, but sometimes teasing went too far. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He knelt in front of her.
    Her eyes shined from moisture but not from crying. The sneak laughed. “You had me sweating.”
    “Serves you right for not telling me about Cadence.”
    “Point made, and I won’t call you Chipmunk.”
    Her patient demeanor left. “The name’s cute. It can stay. You, on the other hand, have to go if you don’t cough up the goods.”
    “What have you done with my sister?”
    “I’m still here, just short on patience. Any moment I’ll have to pee, so hurry.” She did the hand motion to go with cough-up-the-goods demand. “Tell me.”
    Resting on the hay bale, his drink finished, he crossed his arms. “A month before your and Cadence’s accident, I overheard Mom and Dad telling her she wasn’t good enough to be friends with you.” Trina gasped, a hand covering her mouth. “No more sound effects so I can get through this.”
    “Go.”
    “Alarms went off in my head. Cadence never came to the house without you being home. By the time I reached the foyer, she was gone. I caught up with her in Georgetown. We had a few drinks and she told me—” he cleared his throat. “Mom and Dad told her to leave. The pain our parents inflicted on her showed in every inch of her face. That expression is burned into my brain.”
    “Oh, Bradley.” Trina