McCullen's Secret Son. Rita Herron

scowl stretching his mouth into a thin line.

      “We just buried our father, and you went out partying, huh?” Maddox muttered. “Some things never change, do they?”

      Brett bit his tongue to keep from a retort.

      Unable to tell him the truth, he let his brother believe the lesser of the evils, pasted on a cocky grin like he would after an all-night drunk and climbed the steps to his old room.

      If his brother knew that he’d buried a murdered man on McCullen land, he’d lock him up and never talk to him again.