12
“Remember,” Kira said to Trevor as he parked the car out front of the garage where Jeff worked. “You promised to behave.”
“Your Eskimo brother didn’t seem too excited about you patching things up with Jeff, did he?” Trevor asked, ignoring Kira’s remark entirely.
“Rob is not my Eskimo brother,” Kira said in a low voice. “I’m pretty sure that term originates from the concept of fishing in the same hole, and I never did any of the, ah, fishing.”
“Well, yes, I suppose Jeff would be the fisher in that scenario.” Trevor’s lips twitched. “I guess we also don’t know who the fisher was between Jeff and Rob. But if it was Jeff, then the same tackle would have been involved...”
Kira groaned. “How do I get sucked into these conversations with you?”
“We could always ask them,” Trevor continued
