Arlan slowly pulled his hand back, forcing a weak smile. "Your brother's here to pick you up. We can reschedule for another day."
"There isn't going to be another day," I said flatly.
I grabbed my bag, but Reese didn't hold the door open for me like he usually did. Instead, he stepped right in front of me and held out his hand, palm up.
"I turned down that dinner on Saturday. I already told Mother about it, too, said there's someone I want to see."
I froze, totally confused as to why he was saying that right now.
"Who do you want to see?"
"You."
He flicked a quick glance at Arlan before his eyes settled back on me.
"I don't want to be your brother anymore. Let me be in your life as more than your brother, yeah?"
People at the next table started glancing our way. Arlan shoved his
