Anderson looked up, stared at a woman with crazy brown curls, dark skin smattered with freckles, and a small smile on her face. "I thought that was you, but I couldn't believe it. Here you are, still pretty as anything, and with yet another handsome pup trailing after you. Does he know you're a heartbreaker?"
"I'm not a heartbreaker," Anderson snapped. "Your brother wasn't in love with me, and you've got a lot of nerve to still be spouting that crap."
"He was hurt as hell"
"He was the one who ended it." Anderson gestured sharply. "And it was a long time ago. The last time I heard from Robbie, he was shacked up in a fancy house in California with some lovely little selkie twins. I'm pretty sure he's doing okay, so stop digging up the past." Ugh, this was just one more reason he hadn't want to come home. According to his hometown, he was either: