“Got any brothers or sisters?”“No.”“Not a real chatty gal, are ya?”“Exactly how am I supposed to expand on not having siblings? Should I cry?”He smiled as he held up a bottle, “Wine?”

“Ric stared up at the lion siblings. How Lock hadn’t killed them already, he didn’t know. If nothing else, Ric would have had them…managed by now. They’d be alive, but in Siberia.”

“My brother got shot three times two months ago, and he didn’t get the fever.” “I bet your family gets shot at a lot, huh?”

“He growled. Really, how attached could Smitty be to his sister? Would he really notice if Mace killed her?”

“Okay. Let's see what we've got." He lifted up her foot and said, "Well, what we've got here is a freakin' boat."Really?" She slammed her heel against the side of his face, snapping his head to one side. "How big are they now, Mitch?"Rubbing the abused side of his face, "Dainty little elf feet?""Exactly.”

“Mace let out an exasperated sigh. “It’s bad enough we have the baby. Which I was accepting of because he’s mine.” “That’s real big of ya, hoss.”

“Mace watched his beautiful sister. She took after their mother. He took after his father. And they got along about as well as that pair did.”