Twenty Seven Days
Scarlett stared at her.
"I actually have a tip," Christy continued, returning to her keyboard with the air of someone who was going to be helpful whether asked or not, "when it comes to the first time you—"
"No," Scarlett said. Both hands came up, palms out, the universal stop gesture. "No. He's not my boyfriend." She glanced over her shoulder. Xavier was still on the phone, back to her, head slightly bowed . "He's — he's my brother."
Christy stopped typing. She looked at Scarlett. Then at Xavier.
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