Kiko could tell Dom was about to snap. He wasn’t too pleased himself, but his reputation in Mount Angus had a lot to do with remaining cool and collected, so he forced himself to take a breath and interrupt Dom.
“You f**k—”
“Dom,” said Kiko, then, when Dom had shoved his fist past his brother’s face to grab a pinwheel, “Devin, if you’d bothered to ask about me or my family at all, you’d know Gabriela’s husband, Luke, is currently stationed. Both kids are theirs, after marriage—not that’s any of your business anyway—and they live in Milwaukee. She’s a freelance graphic designer. Nobody but them pays for anything. You’re bitter at us for nothing.”
“I can’t believe you’re letting him say this s**t to your own brother,” said Devin, not bothering to respond to Kiko. Typical. Kiko was irritat
