“You're not here to kick my ass, are you?” I ask with a smile, knowing how many threats her brothers threw my way while I was in Texas.
“Nah. Me and my girl have been havin’ some issues, so I thought I’d jump on a big ole plane and come see my little sister and make it a double surprise birthday party,” Jackson says, looking at me with those Bishop eyes.
“I didn’t invite you,” Courtney says firmly, behind his broad shoulders.
“Yeah, well Mom told me what you were up to and I wanted to go visit those stars on the cement in LA, so I thought I’d make a pit stop beforehand.”
Courtney rolls her eyes. “Los Angeles isn’t even close.”
“California’s not darn near as big as Texas. I think I can handle driving six hours,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Next time I’ll have to tell Mom not to tell yo
