“Of course. She’s my little sister.”
She glances over at me, grinning. “Have you ever had to go into super protective brother mode with her?”
I stroke my beard, thinking about it. “With a few guys in high school. But she’s pretty good at taking care of herself. She doesn’t take shit from anyone.”
“I wish I could be like that.”
“You need me to lay the smackdown on someone?”
She laughs. “My own personal hitman?”
“Whatever you need.”
“Are Boy Scouts allowed to do that?”
I groan. “I was in second grade. And Danielle shouldn’t have told you about that.”
“Why not? It’s cute.”
Cute? Is she serious?
“Well, I’ll call on your services if I ever need you, okay?”
She parks in front of our building, the cold nipping at us as we make our way inside.
I strip off my jacket as soon as we get in and turn the heat up. “You want to watch another movie tonight?”
“Oh, I’d love to, but I have to study. I’ve got a test in Behavioral Genetics tomorrow morning.”
Right. That doesn’t sound hard at all. “Need help?”
She smiles. “You’ll quiz me?”
“Sure.” Not that I have the first clue about whatever her class is.
“Great.” She grabs her backpack and pulls out a binder that’s about two inches thick. “Everything for this section is behind the blue tab.”
Jesus, this weighs a ton. Opening it up, the whole thing is color coordinated, with a legend at the front that explains what each color means. “Are you always this organized?”
“When it’s important, yeah. I don’t mess around with my classes. If I do, I could lose my scholarship.”
“You can lose those?” I thought they gave you a bunch of money off the bat.
“I have to maintain a certain GPA for them to keep paying my tuition.”
“I wouldn’t stand a chance, then.”
“You’re too hard on yourself,” she says softly, taking a seat on the couch. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s see how well I’ll do tomorrow.”
I sit on the opposite cushion, facing her, and open the binder to the blue tab, my head swimming as I skim through her notes. Alleles, carriers, zygotes… What the hell am I looking at?
I randomly flip through the section and pick a paragraph on a page. “How do genes regulate protein synthesis?” What did I just read?
“They specify which amino acids will join together and in what order.”
“Uh…”
“It’s right, trust me.”