“WHOSE IDEA WAS this, anyway?” Zane grumbled to anyone who would listen, although he realized no one really was listening to him. Not unusual.
“Hush,” V told him, squeezing his arm gently. “You’re gonna have fun and you know it.”
Zane smirked, unable to help himself. He was actually looking forward to the fall festival that they’d been roped into attending, but he knew everyone would expect him to protest a little. It was what he did, especially now that Travis was so freaking happy all the damn time. His oldest brother used to be the one to bitch and moan at every turn, but now he was just … happy. It was kind of freaky.
Speaking of Travis...
“Where is Travis, anyway?” Zane asked, glancing over his shoulder at Braydon and Brendon, who were following close behind with Jessie in tow.
“He was helpin’ Mom and Dad with their crap,” Braydon informed him.
“They’ve got a booth this year,” Brendon said.
“What kind of booth?” Zane asked, spinning around to face his brothers.
“No idea. They wouldn’t tell me.”