"I'm sure I'd be the first to know if I was," she said, cocking a brow at her friend. Sometimes she wished she didn't care so much. She never had before. Something about having a kid sister in the house, surrogate or otherwise, had triggered a switch, or something.
She shook her head, draining the second shot. "God, that's good," she mused. "The fire that burns but doesn't consume."