章 8: Chapter 8

It’s almost scary, when compared to the withdrawn, near-silent boy that throws tennis balls through people’s windows, that Ryan has known for over a month now but rarely speaks.

Ryan turns away from it hastily.

There are very few pictures of Alex growing up. There are several shots of him and a redheaded girl when they are very small—mostly the girl playing with the new baby—but as they age, the pictures begin to home in on the girl.

She’s a stunner, that’s for sure. Ryan’s not blind to the fact that Alex is reasonably good-looking in his own way, but his—sister?—is gorgeous, with the same big pale eyes, a perfectly symmetrical face, and—as she ages—a figure to die for.

In the most recent (Ryan thinks) photo of her, in pride of place on the coffee table, she’s dressed in a sharp suit, wearing a fantastic smile, and looking about twenty years old, confident and sure of herself. She is glowing, brilliantly beautiful, the kind of girl with the world at her feet.