Cyrus scooted up to the bar next to his brother at the party. Wraith’s wife was off mingling with Davis Preston’s daughter having a great time. Wraith just looked ahead, not acknowledging his brother, while Cyrus just sat looking at him.

“You’re still mad too, huh? I talked to Holly and Colt. They forgave me.”

Wraith took a big gulp of his beer, not even attempting to look at his brother.

“Just lecture me. Say something. It’s been a week and you won’t even look at me.”

Wraith turned his head, staring down his nose. “Do you even deserve a lecture? You’re lucky I haven’t beat your ass for the...