Jo pulled her knees closer, looking at him.

He gets a soft appraising look. The kind that doesn't quite admit what she's thinking. (Which is he's the kind of guy who shouldn't have been pulled into their world.)

(Or that it sounds adorable.)

(Or that, against every swear word in her vocabulary, she might want that. Even if it could never fit the rest of her bill.)

Instead she smiled, "I won't tell. Not like he'd believe me anyway. You're his strappingly tall manly brother."