“Are you guys going on a date?” I couldn’t fault him. He got his bluntness from growing up around me. “Yeah. First one.” He crooked a brow. “What happened to ‘stay away from the Angels, Eli’?” If anyone could inject wry smugness into sign language, it was my brother. “Things change. They’re watching out for us now. The Angels told the school you’re not to be touched.” “Really? That’s cool of them.” He cocked his head. “Does this mean I can ask Royal to design my future tattoo?” “You two can design plans to drive me crazy. You’re both the experts.
