the coffee table.
Brandon hesitated. He glanced toward the kitchen like he expected Evelyn to appear and catch him breathing too loudly. “Evelyn said…”
“Evelyn says a lot of things,” I cut in. “This came addressed to me. I’m giving it to you. End of story.”
His mouth twisted, like he wanted to argue but didn’t have the energy. Then Leighton lunged for continue reading …
