Anson held out a hand to Shep. “I’ll take that twenty now.” I looked between the two of them. “Did you bet on me?” Shep gripped the back of his neck. “Just a friendly wager on whether you were sunk or not.” I glared at my brother. “You know, I covered for you when you came home wasted from that field party your junior year. How do you think Mom would feel if she knew the reason her fiddle leaf fig bit the dust was because you used the pot as a urinal?” Shep’s eyes narrowed on me. “You wouldn’t.” I arched a brow. “Wouldn’t I?” Anson chuckled. “Sometimes, I love your family.”
