Patch POV

He loved putting one over on his brothers, especially Jiro. He’d missed Jiro’s stone-cold lectures, which made his legs turn to jelly in a different way than Dane’s roar or Kyon’s ultimate frown.

Jiro got to his feet and Patch lay on his back with an easy smile.

“Get up,” Jiro said in that no-nonsense tone, hands on his hips.

Patch just closed his eyes and snored.

Jiro threw up his hands and stalked ...