“Which is what exactly?” Trebor asked, interjecting the question as if he knew it would pull them apart.
Lonnie rolled her eyes “here it comes. The whole big brother act.”
“It’s not an act,” he snapped, “ I need to know he’s going to take care of you and Marcy.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” she huffed, lifting her chin upwards as if daring him to challenge her. “I can take care of myself.”
Looking between the two siblings Bray knew neither one was going to back down. “That’s not what he’s saying,” adding before Trebor could contradict him “we know you’re capable of taking care of yourself besides I’m Barrett has heard this all from your parents.”
“You can say that again,” Barrett enthused, “your mom is a little scary. I wouldn’t want to be on her bad side.”
“See,” Lonnie raised an eyebrow at her brother, her eyes holding a silent challenge.
“Fine,” Trebor rolled his eyes. “I guess I’m very good at the whole big brother intimidation routine anyway.” He started to turn away, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Hey,” Lonnie reached out a hand touching his shoulder “You’re a great big brother. I just don’t need protecting.”