I know he has more to say to me, because when the hell has my brother ever stayed out of my business, but before he can get on me anymore about this, the front door opens and we’re both looking toward it. Felix walks in with a large gift bag in one hand and a box of donuts in the other. He looks between CJ and me, back and forth like he’s following a conversation, with the softest look of innocence on his face. “Hello,” he says, smiling a little. “Donut?” He holds out the box.
Hahahaha
