"Her older brother owns that car dealership, right? Crash Motors?" Locke asked.
"Yeah, unfortunate name," Bolder shrugged.
"So, what? And shut up man, her name is great. We call her CC," the teen became indignant, then embarrassed, then downright sweet.
Blech, his Polar Bear twitched.
Whatever, he told his Bear. Something was up with the kid. Locke definitely smelled a story. And if he did, so did his brothers. He looked at his brothers. All three of them had the same black hair, but Locke was the only one with pale blue eyes. Bolder's were brown, and Tonic's were mismatched, one blue and one green. Yet, there was no mistaking them for brothers.
They had the same features, though they were not identical. Sharp cheekbones, square jaw, and similar builds. But what Locke had always app
