CHAPTER TWELVE
When Ruger got outside, Colt was on the edge of the slate patio watching Blaser stride around the vast yard in a tight circle. Leaving Blaser to his journey, Ruger stood beside Colt and joined him in spectating their brother. Blaser would talk in his own good time.
“I guess he isn’t taking the news well,” Ruger said. “How’s Lys?”
“Lys?” Colt asked, shifting his concentration from Blaser. “Why would you ask about her?”
“Layla did,” Ruger said. “She thought Lys might be upset that Bri tripped and fell into what you guys have been trying for.”
“s**t,” Colt said, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “She’s fine, I think… I didn’t think about that.”
“Women,” Ruger said on a tsk. “I guess you have to be a woman to think like one.”
“I’ll take her home early and take her
