At the doorway, both Sean and Arnold looked over at Noelle, their eyes brimming with gratitude. Noelle paused, caught off guard by the sight of the pair. She could handle Arnold's puppy antics, but Sean's face was too much. She could not help but laugh. "Charles?" Charles just glanced at her coolly. "It's either me or Arnold. Make your choice."

Damn!

Sean's mind was racing with frustration. He could not believe Charles had stooped so low as to compare himself to a dog. Winning that kind of contest was no victory at all.

Sean did not wait for Noelle's answer. He stormed off with Arnold. Arnold might have been able to deal with their PDA, but Sean could not!

Noelle watched Sean leave, dumbfounded. She turned to Charles with a scowl. "Really? Sean's your brother, and Arnold's your pet dog."

had a way with words

you?" She glanced at the bruise

Smith are too old for roughhousing!" Noelle

playing with Arnold. It was the weekend, and without Charles, she was pretty bored-he had left in the morning, saying he

to find out the two had been goofing off and ended up in a scuffle. "You guys were just messing around, but you still managed to hurt

the first aid

Just sit. get the kit," she insisted, pushing Charles to sit before dashing upstairs. Upon her

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