Alex froze solid and stared with his mouth open at Mo.
“What’s a commando?”Dante asked.
“The coolest of thecool,” Alex whispered, thenshouted, “Even cooler than Uncle Luke!”
Dante’s face smushed up and he told his brother, “No one’scooler than Uncle Luke.”
“Muchacho,” Alex threw a hand Mo’s way, “look athim.”
Dante looked at Mo.
His face conceded the point, but his mouth didn’t.
Mo nearly burst out laughing.
He was helped in controlling this when the youngest oneslapped him on the thigh.
Mo looked down at the kid.“Iwannabe a ’mando!”
“Give it time, bub,” he said.
“Oh my God, someone kill me,” Jet begged.“Last week,Carissa was over, Joker showed to take her home, and Cesar wanted to be abiker.”
“Well…I mean, heisJoker,” Lottie muttered whileobsessively lining up cans of La Croix in her fridge.
“I’mgonnabe just like UncleLuke,” Dante declared stubbornly.
“I’mgonnabe like Uncle Lee,except the commando kind,’causeAuntie Indy isfine,and I want me a hot babe just like her,” Alex announced.
“I love Annie Sadie!” Cesar shrieked.
“Nobody is killing me,” Jet pointed out.
“What are you doing here?”Lottie asked her sister.
Dante shoved a bunch of bananas in Mo’s gut.
Mo took the cue and the bananas and put them in Lottie’sfruit bowl.
“One, to ascertain I still have a living, breathing sister,”Jet answered.
Mo had to hand it to her, Lottie didn’t even cut a glancehis direction on that.
“And two, to tell you Mom and Tex want us over for dinnernext Sunday,” Jet finished.“The whole family.”
Jet’s attention came to him.
“Cool.Mo and I’ll be there,” Lottie shared.
His eyes went to her and his hands itched with the urge totoss her over his shoulder, carry her upstairs and tan her tight ass.
“You’re…uh,there?”Jet asked quietly.
“You can talk in front of Mo.We’re tight,” Lottie told her.
That bought her five more swats.
“Oooooh…kay,” Jet whispered,giving her sister big eyes.
