“What’s got your face looking like you sucked on a lemon?” Right to the point as always. I hadn’t talked to Cope in weeks, other than the occasional group siblings’ text, so he had no clue what was going on. And I didn’t have the first idea where to start. But Trace did it for me. “Shep’s in love.” Cope winced as he took the beer and raised it to me. “I’d be looking like that, too.” I glared at him. “Don’t be an asshole.” “That’s his natural state,” Trace muttered.
