ANDY
Neither of them answered.
I planted my hand firmly against the door. "Well?"
"Uh—" Linc looked at Colt.
Colt looked at Linc. They were communicating through looks; I knew exactly what was happening. They used to do this all the damn time when we were younger, and I hated it then just as much as I do right now.
"What look?" Linc finally asked.
I stared at him. "Don't insult me with a lie, Linc."
"I'm not doing anything."
"You are absolutely doing something."
Colt sighed. "Andy—"
"No. You two are not walking into my apartment with that look on your faces and expecting me to ignore it. What secrets are you keeping from me now? I’m about done with Kane men and their f*cking secrets, Colt!"
“Andy, it’s nothing—”
I started closing the door. "Get lost then. I see lying is still a
