Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Lyon

“Hey, Pothead, a minute of your time.” I caught him bright and early the next morning when he, Cyrus, and Drake were on their way to the beach for a run. Everyone else is in work mode, but these three are on some kind of holiday. Don’t get me started on Elena and her sh*t .

I refused to look at him since he’d foregone a shirt and was wearing shorts more suited to a man half his age. But since I wasn’t here to rip him a new one for being an embarrassment, something I’ve had to live with my whole f*cking life, I let that sh*t slide.

“Hey, Colt, what’s up, son?” He did some stretches and a little jogging in place action, and I barely refrained from rolling my eyes.

“Why didn’t you or mom tell me that you’re cousins?” He stopped moving and stared at me, open-mouthed.

“Who told you about that?"

"What if one of my kids came out with a third eye or some sh*t ?”