Jason and Jackson are riding with me and Mason back to Silver Shadow. The rest are following us. I wanted my parents to ride with us, but the two J's begged me. They didn't want to ride with their father. He's still upset with them for breaking a couch this morning. I swear, these two would make better bulls than wolves.
“So, Megan,” Jason shifts forward between the seats to lean closer. “Remember that time when Jackson and I fought over that girl, Cindy? You tried to break up the fight and then Jackson hit you by accident and then you kicked both our asses.”
“She has amnesia, you idi*t,” Jackson slaps his brother behind his head before I can reply.
“I’m just trying to help her remember, assh*le,” Jason protests as his fist makes contact with Jackson’s shoulder.
“Guys! Guys!” I cut in
