“Can I stay up if I’m quiet?” Dylan asked as he climbed into his bed.
Logan held the cover up so his brother could slip underneath. “Mom said nine o’clock.”
“Mom lets me stay up,” Dylan tried.
Logan knew that was a lie. Actually, Dylan usually went to bed an hour earlier, at eight, but now that school was out for the summer, he was already allowed to stay up a little later. If Logan’s mind hadn’t fast forwarded to a time when he and Chad could flirt shamelessly over the phone in the darkness of his own room, he might have been more lenient with his little brother. But he didn’t need Dylan cramping his style. Bad enough he couldn’t invite Chad over for the evening. If he wasn’t going to get what he wanted, neither would Dylan.
As if he suspected as much, Dylan sighed as he flopped back
