“You’re all talk, Wolfe!” Weston cried, laughing freely as he lobbed another snowball at her face. He cracked himself up as it hit the side of her head, plastering her short hair to her face. He doubled over, glancing back to where Warren was sitting on the porch of their rented cabin, reading a book. To anyone else, it would appear that he had no idea what was going on in the sprawling yard next to him. But to Weston, to his brother, he knew Warren was only pretending to be engrossed in his book - what he was really focusing on was the two of them. The small twitch at the corner of his lips was what gave him away - it was also what was spurning Wes on to keep annoying his baby brother’s girlfriend. He jumped slightly at the hand on his collar, pulling his shirt back suddenly and shoving a handful of snow down the back of his shirt. He yelped in surprise, scrabbling at the back of his neck as he squirmed helplessly. “Believe me now?” Came the flippant comment, and he turned on Paxton, a smug smirk playing across her features. “You’re lucky I love your stupid brother,” she continued, nodding once toward Warren, who was silently shaking with laughter, eyes still glued to his book. “Or I really would shove it down your pants.”
