“You know your brother won’t let this go. He’s going to do something.”
It was five in the morning. We were camped outside of Alex Ryerson’s gym. We didn’t want to take him when he left his house. Their driveway was too long, and Drake could’ve been there. Alex wasn’t in a crew, so rules were different for him than if Drake got involved.
I grunted in response to Cross’ low warning and shifted, resting my feet on his dashboard, coffee in hand. “I know. I figure we’ll deal with him later, though.”
Five in the morning was seriously too early to do what we were about to do, especially after Cross and I had not adhered to Channing’s no f*****g rule. We’d only gotten to sleep a few hours ago.
Cross yawned, rubbing his face. He shifted back, his arms crossed over his chest. “Remind me why we’r
