Kane patted his butt. "I see through your pathetic excuse to touch it."

My stoner brain was taking over and I was about to get maudlin. Nope. Time to put happy sloshy brain back in the driver's seat. I motioned to our server for another pitcher, but he was super harried and didn't see me, so I nudged my brother, who was busy eye-fucking some guy at the bar.

That was wrong. He should have been eye-fucking Kane. No. Ew. "Less catting around, more paying attention to your ...