Page 55 of Playing the Game
“There is clearly something wrong if she’s getting a flight on her own,” Jonas said. “Perhaps some calmer times are what she needs.”
Now he’d got into his stride. He winked at Anna, who giggled on the couch.
“How dare you? I insist you return my daughter or I will call the authorities.”
Jonas enjoyed the indignation in his stepmother’s voice.
“That’s entirely up to you,” he replied. “By the way, did I tell you about the media scrutiny I’m under at the moment?”
“I fail to see how that has anything to do with this.”
“They hang around airports. Runaway half-sister of newly out gay soccer star. It has a ring to it. Don’t you think?”
Tuva and his father moved in the high society of Stockholm. He’d suffered a few irate phone calls from his father when he’d announced his move to Brockton. He was old enough to take it. Unlike poor Anna.
“Next weekend. She had better be on that plane.”
She terminated the call.
“Thanks, bro,” Anna said.
“I meant what I said,” Jonas replied. “There’s something that’s made you come here and your fee for staying is to tell me.”
Anna opened her mouth to speak when the buzzer went.
Fuck. Adam!
“Who’s that?” Anna asked.
“My captain,” Jonas replied. “They do this stupid buddy system at Brockton. He’s come for a bonding video games night.”
“Fun!”
What the fuck was going on?
Jonas pressed the button and went to the door.
In no time, he heard a gentle knock. Jonas opened it.
Adam pushed past him into the hall.
“You look good enough to eat,” Adam said.
Jonas let the door close and stalked over to him.
Adam grabbed him by the arm and drew him in for a hug. They kissed. Jonas luxuriated in those beautiful lips pressed against his own. Then he pulled away.
“I have a guest.”
Adam, taking his jacket off, froze. “Who?”
“My sister.”
“Your—”
“Sister. Fifteen. Pretty sassy.”
Poor Adam seemed shocked.
