Jericho
Ace quipped with a feigned grin.
"That's rich coming from you. I have no idea how Miranda puts up with you," I taunted, enjoying the way my brother's nostrils flared at the mention of his wife, "now, back to the point."
"Right," Ace huffed in frustration, "Parker met up with someone last night. I did my research and figured out it was his uncle. And, get this, everyone in Parker's family are made-men. You know what that means?"
Shit...