His
cell rang, and he fished it out of his pocket. Seeing the name on the screen,
he exhaled deeply. “Speaking of drama….” He unlocked it and answered. “Hey,
you. What’s up?”
“The
sky,” Breanna quipped.
“Oh,
ha-ha.” Brier rolled his eyes even though his sister couldn’t see him. Breanna
moved back to the clowder not long ago and had made it her mission in life to
annoy the shit out of him it seemed. “That was funny when we were kids.”
“And
yet you keep falling for it.”
“Did
you call me for something?” Brier actually dreaded her answer. After listening
to her whine endlessly about the snow where she lived, he’d told her to come
home if she was that unhappy in Philadelphia. Should’ve kept his mouth shut,
because the next thing he knew, she was calling with a moving date. “Or was it just
to rag on me?”
“Calm
your tits.”
“Damn,
really? You have got to stop hanging
around Janelle.” Breanna went to work at Janelle, Marshell, and Lawson’s car
wash business as an accountant. She and Janelle hit it off at once.
“I’ll
make sure and tell her that.”
“No!
Don’t you dare.” Knowing Janelle, she’d take it out on him the next time they
had a training session. She was a beta, and a totally badassed Vetala.
“Now,
see, what I heard was you’re open to blackmail. Excellent. Unless you want me
squeal, you better swing by my apartment later.”
“I
hate you.”
“Bullshit.
I’m your favorite sister.”
“You’re
my only sister.”
“Semantics.
So, when can I expect you?”
