“Blake!” Colt calls from the open French doors. My neck snaps in his direction, and I paste on a smile. “Yes?” “You good out here?” My grin widens. “Yup!” He points his finger at Burrows. “She’s my little sister, man. Keep that in mind, all right?” Burrows dips his chin. “Yeah, Colt. I got you.” With a slow nod, Colt turns back to me, adds, “Don’t puke,” and disappears into the house.
This is the good kind of brother
