“Eighteen effing minutes,” Jim muttered sullenly, and his brother grinned back.

“Still older,” Jake retorted, leaning against the fridge and blocking Jim from grabbing for another can.

“So why don’t you bugger off and let me get drunk in peace?”

“Because before you get completely hammered, I think you want to have a look at Matt’s place.” Jim looked up about to say that he had just lost a plane, the last thing he wanted to do was look at more,and then he saw the look on his brother’s face. Jake was entirely too smug.

“I’m not driving all the way to the other end of the valley,” Jim said.