I’m towering over Lucky. Wide eyed, he stares at me. “For the record, I braid my own hair. Beau’s the only one with any skill at all, and he pretty much always refuses to help me.” My fists lift of their own accord and it’s fifty-fifty whether I’m going to strangle him or chuck him out on his ass. Lucky grins, lifting his own hands defensively. “No, Jayk! Dom already took my lunch money this week!”
