"Of course not. Why would I believe an idiot over you?" Desmond ignored his brother and pulled her hand to hug her. He checked her all over for injuries, knowing that the last person he could trust was his cunning brother.
"I'm glad you think so." She rested her head against his chest with her arms wrapped around him. He was facing away from the mirror so when she pulled her head from Desmond's chest, she saw the expression on Jaime's face. He was trying hard to hold his anger even though he was on the verge of exploding. She thought he would walk out but instead, he took a picture of them.
She turned to laugh at his antics. "Oh Jaime. You forget that you are a man too. Sure, you took a photo as evidence of my relationship with your brother, but what were you doing in the ladies' washrooms?"
