“Walk of shame?” Marcel asks. “There is no shame,” I grunt, sitting down and reaching for the coffeepot. My brothers stare at me expectantly. “I have a girlfriend.” “You what?” Gabe scrunches up his face in disgust. “Why?” Marcel asks. “Does she know that she’s your girlfriend, or is this your way of telling us you finally lost your mind? Are you sure she’s real?” Vin laughs.
