My Brother Thought I Was Delivering to the Country Club

calmly removed my phone.

Connor rolled his eyes.

“What…”

“Calling your manager?”

“No.”

“I’m letting someone know I’ve arrived.”

He snorted.

“I’m sure they’re waiting.”

“They are.”

I pressed one contact.

The call lasted less than fifteen seconds.

“I’m here.”

“Perfect.”

“We’ll come outside.”

I slipped the phone back into my purse.

Connor shook his head.

“Still pretending.continue reading …