“Stay down.” The command was soft, barely more than a brush of lips and breath against his ear, making him wonder if he’d imagined it as she stiffly moved back from the polite air kiss.

Her eyes, so like his and yet so different, bore into him in the awkward silence that followed. It was always so awkward between them. Nothing had changed. Lance felt his hope fade as the hair at his nape stood on end. The realization that there was more wrong in the room than the strained relationship with his sister came too late to save him.