“Why are you hellbent on going through with this?” asked Vic as she pouted furiously behind me. We had gone through it all day the previous day and she was back again that morning to antagonize me again.
“Vic, he challenged me,” I reminded her in case she had forgotten, which she seemed to. All I wanted to do was give a speech and Stan had chosen that moment to challenge me; that sly son of a g*n. “What was I supposed to do? Say no?”
“But he’s your brother.”
”Half-brother, Vic, don’t get the facts mixed up,” I corrected. “And if that was how he treated family? Then, I don’t want to be his.”
Vic shot me a disapproving glare but I pretended not to see it. Stan Sanders had asked for a fight and a fight he was going to get; no god on high- or beautiful caramel-haired, absolutely stunning g
