“I don’t like him.”
“What do you mean? You don’t like who?” Cobie asked as he moves his mango smoothie away from his lips. Colson who was standing beside him with his own kiwi smoothie, looked at Cobie and shrugged.
“Erik Tomlinson.”
Cobie raises his brow at his little brother. “What don’t you like about him?”
“He seems hot-headed and what is the deal with him leading an insane number of wolves?” Colson asked.
They were at the mall, window shopping. They were still in the identical clothes, mustard coloured sweatshirt and jeans, sunglasses pushed into their hair. Cobie had spent the entire day showing Colson Astir and the mall was the last stop. It was almost sun down.
“The first time I met him, I called him McStupid in my head.”
Colson snort, bits of his smoothie shooting
