“They had to pick up Lennon’s sister,” Mason responds before grabbing a new beer. The vein in his neck pulses, and I know it’s because he has a thing for Lennon’s older sister, Sophie, though the coward won’t admit it. He avoids her like a bad first date.
“Soph’s coming tonight?” I ask, testing his reaction.
He shrugs as if he doesn’t care. The helpless bastard. “Her other sister.”
“Lennon has another sister?” I ask because this is news to me, though I don’t really pay much attention. Since she and Brandon started dating a year and a half ago, she’s come around several times, but I never heard about a second sister.
“I guess. She just moved here for college,” he informs me.
“Three Corrigan sisters,” I say, chuckling. “This ought to be interesting.”
“You mean, a nightmare,” Hunter add
