“My damn sister’s back in town,” Lonnie says.
He’s lounging on the ground, leaning against a rock, tipping a mostly-empty beer bottle back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. It is maddening sometimes that this little idiot is ahead of me in the chain of command and thinks he’s my friend. But the alpha of our pack is his father, so there’s very little I can do about it.
“I’d heard that,” I say calmly. “Back to help take care of your dad, I guess?” I don’t need him knowing I’ve spoken to her, and I definitely don’t need him knowing I’ve slept with her. Lonnie hates Alicia.
“Yeah,” he says. “Dumb bitch. She stays away for twenty years and then shows up at the last minute, and everyone’s acting like she’s some kind of hero.”
I don’t know what he’s complaining about, really, because he’s lying around here instead of helping with his sick father’s needs. If he wants to impress his family and change the way they view him, there are things he could be doing. “Having extra hands is probably good, though,” I say.
“Nothing about her being back is good,” he says. “Don’t you realize what it means for us?”
“Us?”
“Yes, us. You and me. The chain of command.”