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brother." She reached for the tray again, but he refused to give it up. "I think we have been over this before, about five minutes ago."
    "I don't have a trust issue with you," he replied, also standing his ground holding the food tray. "Bo has never been violent, but his current state is questionable and I will not put you in harm's way."
    "He won't hurt me," Julie replied, trying her best to ignore the tingling in her stomach at his protective words. She knew deep down he probably just didn't want to be sued.
    "No, he won't." His eyes promised something she couldn't quite read, but it was gone as he looked down at the plate of food. "If you are going to get him to eat anything, I suggest we stop this argument you will lose, and get his food to him before it gets cold."
    Julie opened her mouth, but then snapped it closed with a sigh. "Well fine, but put it down for a second. I need to cut up the meat and put it where I want it first."
    He eyed her for a second before doing what he was told. "So, when I called Blind Faith, it was your sister I was talking to?"
    "Yes." Julie nodded, concentrating on cutting the tender chicken breast into pieces.
    "I remember you from high school, but not your sister." His deep voice filled the room, but that wasn't what made her drop the knife, causing a loud, embarrassing clang. He remembered her.
    Picking up the knife quickly, her eyes flashed to him for a second before she focused back on the food. "She went to the Texas Institute for the Blind. Jessica was born legally blind," she replied, still reeling that he remembered her. "After she graduated, she wanted to open a place that helped anyone who was blind, so that's how Blind Faith came about."
    "You both come highly recommended." He picked the tray back up as soon as she was finished and headed out the door.
    She raised her eyebrows at that, but kept quiet as she again followed him out of the room and up the stairs to Bo's room. Moving in front of him, she knocked on the door and rolled her eyes as Bo said, "Go the fuck away."
    "No can do," she called as she opened the door. Glancing toward him, she was pleasantly surprised to see he had put on a shirt, even if it was inside out. "Hope you're hungry."
    "I thought I told you to get out," Bo grumbled, trying his best to look intimidating while lying in bed.
    "And I told you to make me, and until you do that you'll just have to deal." Julie turned to take the tray Clay still held. "I'm going to set your tray across you."
    "I'm not hungry," he grumbled, but his stomach growled loudly, indicating he was lying.
    "Is that so?" Julie replied, heading to the side of the bed.
    "I don't like you." Bo's tone wasn't as hateful as before, but still held a little heat.
    "You don't have to like me," she answered nudging the side of the bed with her knee to let him know where exactly she was. "You just have to listen to me."
    "I swear I'm about to—" He jerked when she placed the tray across his outstretched legs and lap.
    "What?" Julie didn't let him finish. "Throw something at me? Oh wait, you already did that and missed. How about call me names? Ah, wait… you did that also. Well, since your aim isn't that great and I've been called every name in the book and I doubt you could come up with something new, why don't we just try to be friends and you let me help you, hmmm?"
    "You're an annoying pain in my ass." Bo cursed at her.
    "Right back at ya," Julie replied, then picked up the fork from the tray. "Are you a lefty or a righty?"
    "Am I a what?" His sightless eyes snapped up to her as if he actually saw her, completely forgetting she had just thrown his words back in his face.
    "Are you left-handed or right-handed?" Julie kept her gaze away from Clay, knowing he was near and watching every move she made. Ignoring that man was close to impossible.
    "What in the hell does that have to do with anything?" Bo kept looking up toward her, his sightless eyes searching hard for something, anything. It was