Chapter Eight
“So you had to blow off Mom and Dad, too, huh?” Samuel said, coming up behind him.
Jake swung his head around as his brother approached. Samuel’s hair was a lighter shade of brown than the rest of the Wilde brothers’. His hair was longer, too, and shaggy, touching his shoulders, mimicking Joe’s. He was also the shortest brother. They all had two inches on Samuel, and right about now, Jake was using those two inches to look down on the brother he’d not spoken with in months. Samuel’s white dress shirt was rolled up to the elbow, unbuttoned at the collar, and he held a glass of eggnog from the carton in the kitchen, which Jake had taken the liberty of spiking with enough rum that the whole family would be feeling it.
“I didn’t blow them off,” Jake said. “You were supposed to
