Chapter 13. Longing

“Fuck!” Dean swore and threw the bunched-up drawing sheet angrily across the room. 

“Wow, wow! Someone is in a bad mood.” Josh Broody, Dean’s eldest brother drawled from the doorway, looking at the number of bunched-up drawing paper scattered across the room. “What crawled up your arse, little bro?”

“Nothing,” Dean muttered rising up from behind his huge desk to meet his brother in the middle of the room, with his hand stretched out to take the envelope his brother was holding.

“Nothing my arse,” Josh said taking in Dean’s dark expression. “You have a problem, you talk to me, kiddo. Now let’s hear it?” Josh said, throwing the envelope onto the closest table and folding his arms across his broad chest.

Dean stared at his big brother and sighed. As the eldest brother, Josh took his duties to another level, always making sure he helped his siblings solve whatever problems they had. And Dean would be the first person to acknowledge that Josh always made sure