that wild Irish rose you've hooked up with. You have to be a crazy fool to cross her.”
Rubbing his bruised and throbbing jaw Dylan confessed, “You don't have to tell me. She walloped me pretty hard last night and I don't think she was really trying.”
Pointing at his brother's face Chris advised, “Listen to me, don't fight with that redheaded imp. Heck, I'm bigger than you and I wouldn't take her on. I nearly dislocated my shoulder trying to keep hold of her when she was set on murdering Liz.”
Dylan nodded with a raised brow, “You're lucky she never got round to cutting off your hair as payback for that cobra chili.”
Chris grinned. “Me and Carolina, we're straight, even though we got off to a rocky start. She liked that chili and she wouldn't cut my hair cause if she did Vega would never forgive her. But man, I feel sorry for anybody who’s really on her bad side. What she did to Liz was wicked but if you could've seen her light into that boyfriend. She was all over him like a bad rash. The poor guy didn't stand a chance and neither do you. Whatever you have to do, make peace with her 'cause I don't want to be attendin' your funeral.”
Dylan sat his cup aside. “Trust me, if she wanted to kill me I'd be dead already.”
Chris' look was quizzical, “Are y'all still getting married?”
“Yep.” He'd swiped most of her clothing