Knight In Blue Jeans. Evelyn Vaughn

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      Today, it was enough to see her brother smile.

      Some men, at least, didn’t hide secrets behind every jibe and grin. Some men…

      But she’d meant to forget Smith. Sugar.

      Leaving Jeff’s backpack on his bed, she felt the unlikely roughness of its leather straps as it slid from her palm. Intrigued, she looked closer.

      The good quality of the leather had been nicked and carved, as if by a boy playing with a knife.

      Jeff hadn’t etched anything disturbing, really—his name, a frowning face, the symbol of his favorite band. Still, the idea of her baby brother playing with even a Swiss Army knife disturbed her, and not just because of the memory of last night’s blade.

      Arden reminded herself that she had to let him grow up sometime. He’d turn fifteen in a few weeks. In a year, he would have a learner’s permit….

      Arden trailed her fingers across the nicked leather—a perfectly good backpack, mutilated—then curled them into a fist. No. Not her business.

      Wondering why she had such trouble understanding males in general, Arden left Jeff’s room and shut the door.