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Clay turns to look at me as if I have lost my mind. “She is my baby sister.”

I scoff. “She’s a grown woman, Clay.”

“She is twenty-two,” he throws back.

I cross my arms over my chest. “And that is, by definition, a grown-up.”

The wheel is spinning slower and Jess has stopped laughing. Now she is watching both Clay and me.

“She doesn’t know what she is getting herself into,” he snaps.

“Seriously, it is not rocket science. He throws the knives and misses,” I reply.

“You’re not helping,” he says, glancing over at his sister again.

“I’m not trying to help you. I’m trying to point out that she is a fully grown woman. One who made a choice for herself, and you are trying to take that choice away from her.”

Clay’s jaw tightens. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on the side of women being able to do what they want with their own bodies. It doesn’t matter if they’re someone’s sister or not.”

“Do you have siblings?” Clay asks me with a raised brow.

“No. But I could have if my parents had made different choices. The point is the same.”

“No, it’s not,” he huffs. I even think he stomps his foot at me, which makes me smirk at him.

“Someone’s sister, someone’s daughter, blah, blah, blah. You do very dirty things to me on a regular basis, and I’m someone’s daughter.”

Clay freezes. I just brought our sex life into the equation and turned things really awkward for him.

Karo has Jess unstrapped now, clearly not wanting any of Clay’s drama today, and Jess walks over and punches Clay in the arm. “You’re an asshole!” she shouts.

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” he mutters with a scowl.

“You’re not responsible for every decision she makes. Your sister is allowed to be reckless sometimes,” I remind him.

Clay narrows his eyes at me. “She is my responsibility.”

That makes me laugh. “No, she is her own responsibility. You’re her brother, and you can protect her from being hurt, sure, but she was in no immediate danger.”

Clay looks at me with an expression that screams “shut the fuck up, you’re really not helping me right now,” and when I step forward to challenge him, Ares laughs.

“Well, I think you should listen to her,” Jess adds from beside us, but Clay doesn’t retreat from our face-off.

“I think you should mind your own business,” he says to his sister without looking away from me.

“Kayla is sticking up for me. It’s my business.”

That makes Clay huff. “She is making a point, which she will regret when I . . .” He stops himself from finishing the sentence, then drags a hand over his face and turns to his sister. “Fine, you want to strap yourself to a flaming wheel of death and get a dagger in your face, by all means, go ahead. But I will not be paying for the plastic surgery.”

Jess claps both her hands together. “I knew you would come around!”

“I haven’t. I’m choosing my battles,” he says and then smirks at me. “Because I know one woman’s body I want to be allowed to touch.”

I smirk back at him, and Ares coughs to hide his laughter.

“I don’t need to know the specifics of whatever you two get up to because, ew, I am not hearing any of this. My brother is a virgin and has done nothing sexual, and now I am going to see Gerald and his bunnies.” She pats Clay on the chest and walks away.