“What is it with you Steele boys and your deep-seated need for a dramatic come-to-Jesus moment before you pull your heads out of your asses?” I blinked at her. “Excuse me?” “She’s talking about me.” Atlas shrugged. “I had a little…issue.” Laurel snorted. “Your head was so far up your ass.” “It usually is with him,” I said. “But I still don’t know what this has to do with me.” Mom reached over and patted my arm. “Laurel’s referring to the time I had to talk some sense into your brother when he and Sutton were having some issues.” “And thank God for that because he would’ve lost the best things
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