She groaned loudly, unknowingly following his train of thought. “You’re never going away, are you?”
“Nope.” He declared smugly, pulling her into a brief hug. “You’re stuck with me. We balance each other out, but only when Riley is in the middle.”
She had automatically stiffened at his touch, but slowly relaxed in his embrace as his voice rumbled against her ear. She squeezed tighter for a moment, then slowly released. When she pulled back, her eyes were a bit shiny, but she still managed a smile that had some of her old mischievous sparkle.
“Well, I suppose that there are some perks to having a brother.” She smirked – right before she hauled back and punched him in the biceps. “Pow!”
“Riley’s right – you do say that just like a brother would.” She grinned as he scowled. “Huckleberry.”
They grinned at each other, finally comfortable once again as they mutually decided to share the bench swing. Lucas stretched out his legs, lazily rocking them, content with the silence – until he noticed that Maya had that little crease in her forehead that she got when she was thinking. That never boded well. He narrowed his eyes and waited.