And then he smiled the smile I knew from growing up when he was about to lay down some big-brother fuckery. “Houston.” I let a warning creep into my voice as his smile grew. “Well, if he’s gonna keep staring, maybe I should give him something to watch.” “Wait a second. Houston!” I snapped, but he’d already skirted past me, cackling as he walked back down the hallway. Fuck.
