Behind me, Marcus coughed. “Get a room, you two.” Beside him, Micah chuckled. “I’m sure they will. After the game.” Jack ignored them, but I knew he was glad his brothers were here. I was glad they were finally mending their relationships. “God, do you have to make jokes like that?” Asher complained. “She’s my sister. It’s disgusting,” he said, turning to me. “You’re disgusting.”
