"Jenna? Why the hell should she care? I mean, sure I'm her baby brother but she knows I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."

"That is your sister?" Anissa considered the possibility of crawling under the desk to hide. Of course it was. The red hair should have told her as much. And the warm, sweet smile.

"Yup, that's Jen." He handed her the picture. "Her wife Olivia took that last summer. Hard to believe she turns forty next year, isn't it?"

"Yes." Anissa ...