Walking outside with Gracie, he smiled a little when she rested her head on his shoulder. It was nice to have someone that comfortable with him where there was absolutely no risk of mixed signals, confused emotions, or relationship drama. He knew Gracie was his sister and she knew he was her brother and that was all they needed. Thank God, he thought, for small favors.
Jared unlinked his arm from hers and draped it lazily around her shoulders, resting a hand on the top of her head, giving her hair a weak, playful tousle. "Me too, Gracie. Me fuckin' too."