The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

said.

Brian and I said, “No, you’re not,” at the same time.

She rolled her eyes.

It was the first time we felt like a team.

A strange one.

A retired tax attorney.

A panicked middle-aged son.

A nineteen-year-old baker with a secret empire of cinnamon rolls.

But a team.

In the end, we made agreements.

Not dramatic ones.

Real ones.

Brian would stop all placement continue reading …