"Nothing," she finally murmured.
Brandon rose to his feet, until he towered over her. He'd definitely gotten the tall genes in the family, damn him. She was a midget by Hollywood's standards.
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him, effectively ending her agitated waltz across the floor. "I've seen you obsess about Turn Me On in the past. What you're thinking about today has nothing to do with that, though, does it? Reggie has apologized for selling you out. Andrew's funeral was conducted with a minimum of hype, and the press has no idea where you are. Already the gossip is dying down. You're healing nicely." His gentle stare probed. "I can only think of one thing that would make you this crazy right now. Or should I say one person?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You haven't wanted to talk about Jack since you left the hospital."
Morgan closed her eyes. "Don't say his name." "You're being stubborn, little sister."
