The guys were still laughing with my brother when we got back, and everyone looked over as we approached.
Jordan extended a hand to Race. “Thanks for backing us up in there.” A cocky grin appeared. “Even though we’re the right choice, I know Alex is family to you.”
“Yeah.” Race shook his hand, glancing sideways at me. “Got a little advice on how to act moving forward.”
Jordan nodded, settling back against his truck.
I felt Cross’ gaze on me, but Channing spoke up, drawing my attention.
“Can I talk to you?” he asked me.
No. I sighed on the inside. “Yes.”
Things were stifled between my brother and me. That was the best word to describe it. After Mom died, he hardly ever came home, choosing his friends instead. Then Dad went to prison. And because he’d f****d up the financials so much,
