QUOTE : She took a deep breath, ready to start by being honest with herself. “Kyle . . . I think I screwed up.” She held up a hand, qualifying this. “Partially. Tall, Dark, and Smoldering deserves a lot of the blame. At least half. Maybe two-thirds. Of course, he’s probably sulking right now, thinking that I’m the only one who’s wrong here. He’s kind of frustrating that way. He gets under your skin, like a tick, or a burr, or a thorn, or . . .” She looked to her brother for help. “What else gets under your skin?”<br /><br />“Scabies?” he suggested.<br /><br />“Scabies? This is what you come up with?”<br /><br />Kyle stared at her as if she was losing it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Jordo. But I’ll say this, if you think you screwed up, there’s only one question—the same one you asked me five months ago: Can you fix it?”<br /><br />Jordan sighed. “I’m trying.”<br /><br />Her brother’s gaze was firm. “Try harder.”<br /><br />She glared at him. “Okay.” Then after a moment, she nodded in concession. “Okay.