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was wearing was rolled up at the sleeves and left open in front. Underneath there was just a hint of his muscular chest and strong stomach beneath the fitted white t-shirt.
    I had never been that into guys, at least not the way Kelly was. But this was different. Brett was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.
    Kelly ran up to the gate behind Sister Christine to let him in.
    “Brett! Brett!” she screamed as she ran past me. Sister Christine gave a warning glance and then wordlessly welcomed Brett and motioned for him to enter.
    “Hey, little sis. Seems like it’s been forever!” he exclaimed as he picked Kelly up in the biggest bear hug. He twirled her around a couple of times for good measure. Now I knew where she’d gotten her enthusiasm.
    “I can’t believe it, Brett. I can’t believe you’re really here.”
    “Believe it. Believe it. I am here in the flesh to spend the rest of the day with you. My one and only sister.”
    “Oh my gosh, I almost forgot. This is my bestest friend in the whole world. Brett, meet Elizabeth.”
    “Hey, slugger. It’s nice to meet you. I hear you have a pretty mean left hook.” Brett’s voice was deep but incredibly smooth. He could have been one of those voice-over guys on TV. A tingle ran through my whole body and I began to blush.
    “Look at what you’ve done, Brett. Now you’ve embarrassed her. Good going,” Kelly scolded as she punched Brett in his well-defined shoulder.
    It was true. I was embarrassed, but I was pretty sure that Kelly’s and my one and only fight had nothing to do with it.
    “Oh, you know about that, huh?” I squeaked.
    “I know about it, all right. I think I know about everything you two do. You’re all Kelly talks about.”
    “Well, I am really sorry about that. I shouldn’t have attacked her.”
    “Ah, shut up, you two,” Kelly interrupted. “That was months ago. I don’t even know why you brought it up anyway, Brett.”
    “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed. “But it was as funny as hell. I’d love to have seen it. My pipsqueak sister getting her mouth shut.” He smirked and gave a little wink in my direction.
    My knees got weak. All I could think was
please don’t fall down, not now
. I imagined collapsing in front of him, convulsing with embarrassment. I would surely die from the mortification. How could I explain something like that? Brett returned to talking to Kelly and thankfully never noticed my awkwardness. I had never met anyone like him. The power he had over me was inexplicable. I had met him only minutes ago, and I already had a colossal crush on him. If my attraction continued at this rate, I would be a psycho stalker by dinnertime. This was going to be a long day.
    As Kelly had feared, Sister Christine would not let her and Brett go anywhere. They were forced to make the best of the day trapped behind the iron gates of MIQ. Kelly talked the whole time, scarcely leaving a vacant second for Brett or I to say anything except the obligatory “uh huh” or “yeah.” I think once Brett was able to get out “you don’t say.”
    Kelly was in full tour-guide mode by the time she brought Brett up to our room. We showed him all the loot he had sent us over the years, safely tucked under a loose floorboard between the two beds. I remember how proud of ourselves we had been when we had found the cubbyhole. I was pretty sure that the nook had probably been used decades prior to safeguard a previous occupant’s own personal treasures. It seemed presumptive to think that with the age of the building, we would have been the first ones clever enough to find the well-protected void. However, Kelly vehemently assured me we were pioneers.
    As Brett perused our personal time capsule, he looked at the dog-eared copies of the books he had sent. “So you’re the avid reader. I couldn’t imagine my sister reading anything of literary merit. She’s more of a checkout-line tabloid kind of girl.”
    “What can I say? I love my