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“Jason, go away,” Claire yells ahead of us.
“No, you go away,” he barks back.
“My brother,” she whispers back at me.
“Oh,” I nod.
He stops in his tracks, turning around once he heard a second set of footsteps.
“No,” Claire asserts. “No, no, no.”
My expression morphs into bewilderment because of her outburst.
She shares a knowing expression with Jason. Stabbing her index finger at him, she continues, “No. Go to your room. Please.”
“Wait,” he smirks, “I want to know the name of this lovely lady you’ve brought home.”
I grimace at his boldness. Some things don’t need to be said.
Claire rolls her eyes in annoyance. “Gen, Jason,” she points between us, “Jason, Gen.”
Sighing, she says, “Okay, you’ve met. Now, go away.”
He smiles coyly, then throws his hands up in defeat. I can tell he’s annoying, but that’s how big brothers are. What’s the real reason she doesn’t want me to meet him?
We
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