She threw up her hands. "How? How? You don't know them. I love them, but I wish they would be more conventional. I wish they would realize that they are getting older and they need to take better care of themselves."
"They love you, very much. Now, with them near, you can settle into doing whatever you have to do for... Morris." On the three-day trip back in the van, Jarek had heard a little too much about how good Morris was to Leigh.
Leigh stared blankly at him. "I don't know who is more difficult to deal with—you or your brother. He's at least predictable. You're not."
He smoothed back her hair and cradled her face in his hand. "They love you, Leigh. Is that so bad?"
