"STOP FOLLOWING me. You're not coming along, and that's final."
"Lucas," Alex said reasonably, while he decidedly did not stop following, "you're upset and not thinking clearly, and I won't--"
"I'm thinking perfectly clearly. *Clearly* your brother has been lusting after my sister, and clearly, things have progressed to not-really-courting, and *clearly* you had no intention of telling me."
"Oh, now, that's not entirely fair, Lucas." Laurie said it from a safe distance behind and with enough room for a quick sprint back up the path should he feel the need. "If Alex had told you, you'd only use the fact that Anson hadn't asked you himself as an excuse not to let him court Tress."
"I don't need an excuse to not let him court Tress. Your brother"--Lucas turned and jabbed a finger at Alex's chest--"is a--"