One day before my brother’s wedding, he demanded my penthouse and told me to move into a rental home. – Welcome

yes. Didn’t you get my text?”

He frowned and pulled his phone from his pocket.

I watched him read my message.

His face turned bright red.

“So,” I continued calmly, “could you maybe give us a few more hours? Shawn and I were just getting to the good part.”

Dave’s jaw dropped.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.”

I crossed my arms.

“Remember, you wanted this.continue reading …