Ari spun around and walked out.

Kane inhaled sharply like he'd been punched in the gut, before he stomped into the bedroom and slammed the door.

I tapped my index finger against my lip looking between the opposite directions they'd taken, then I strolled into Kane's bedroom without knocking.

He grabbed his unbuckled pants before they slid off his waist. "You didn't bring ice cream or booze so, sorry, not discussing your brother."

"This isn't about Ari. ...