Cyrus scooted up to the bar next to his brother at the party. Wraith’s wife was off mingling with Davis Preston’s daughter having a great time. Wraith just looked ahead, not acknowledging his brother, while Cyrus just sat looking at him.
“You’re still mad too, huh? I talked to Holly and Colt. They forgave me.”
Wraith took a big gulp of his beer, not even attempting to look at his brother.
“Just lecture me. Say something. It’s been a week and you won’t even look at me.”
Wraith turned his head, staring down his nose. “Do you even deserve a lecture? You’re lucky I haven’t beat your ass for the s**t you pulled.”
Cyrus looked down, fiddling with his tie. “I’m sorry. I know it’s not much but I am.”
“Do you even know why I’m really mad?”
“Because I changed the match, throwing Colt in the m
