“She’s how old?”
James rarely yelled. With his size, he didn’t
need to. In fact, his voice had dropped several
octaves to a frighteningly deep whisper.
Kevin saw a massive fist
clench in frustration, but met his older
brother’s eyes without flinching – probably one
of the few people alive in the world that could
or would do that. “She’s twenty-nine.”
“And what part about hiring
someone older did you have a problem
comprehending, Kevin?”
It was their father’s voice
that escaped from J.D.’s mouth at times like
this, making the both of them uncomfortable.