The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

“Well,” he said, brushing his hands. “That’s… ambitious.”

Kayla did not answer.

I looked at her.

“You run this yourself?”

She avoided my eyes.

“Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“My mom helps when she can.”

Brian glanced around with mild amusement.

“You have permits for all this?”

Kayla stiffened.

I stepped closer to him.

“Brian.”

“What? It’s a reasonable question.”

“It is an continue reading …