Brian
Matt slammed the front door behind him. “What the f**k was that, Brian?” Matt was coming up behind him quickly, aggression coming off him in waves.
Brian couldn’t see straight from the pounding behind his eyes and was not in the mood for his brother’s histrionics, but Matt’s cursing alerted him to just how much he’d stepped in it.
“Over it,” Brian said and hit the stairs.
Matt followed, not far behind. “You should’ve thanked James instead of insulting him.”
Didn’t the guy know when to quit it?
“And you reek of alcohol! You better get in the shower before Uncle Jake gets home.”
Even pissed off at Brian, Matt was still looking out for him. It was more than he deserved, and it didn’t help the way he was feeling. He didn’t want to deal with Matt now, and he sure as hell didn’t wan
