CADEN
“What are we doing, Caden?”
“You were at the hospital.”
My brother paused, a harsh chuckle leaving him. “She told, huh? I shouldn’t be surprised. I mean she was in your be—”
“Finish that sentence, and that’s the last thing you’ll remember from tonight.” My hand flexed, and his gaze fell to it.
“Yeah. So what?” He bit out. “I was there.”
“You were there, Marcus! There. Right there. You could’ve gone to see him. He would’ve wanted you there. I’m tired of you coming, but not being there. There’s a big f*****g difference.”
He flared up now. His eyes were wild. “Are you kidding me? Do you know what it’s like to look at him like that?”
“YES! Because I was there.”
“Back off this, Caden. I get it. You’re the older brother, but this is between me and Colton. It’s different.”
“How?”
