Chapter 31
J.T. sprawled back onto the sofa as I spoke, turning down the sitcom he’d been watching. He got a speculative look on his face. “Brothers?”
“Luis is older than you are, of course, but your coloring is similar. It’ll work.”
“Who’s the top?”
I gave the kid a big grin. “Remember Five Alarm Fire?”
He sat up straight, wincing as he jostled his eye. The other eye gleamed with avarice. “Theo the Turk? Really? He’s ten inches!”
“And he knows how to use it,” I promised. Theo was an older actor, but still fit, and a hard worker. I was glad to have him in my stable.