“WHY ARE YOU HERE?” Kurt asked, tugging open the top drawer of the dresser that was situated in his walk-in closet.
Hands in his pockets, Leke’s eyebrows jumped upward. “Wow, my own brother doesn’t want me in his place.”
Kurt threw a glance at Leke. “You know what I mean. You’re deliberately being obtuse. Jon was meant to be the one to pick me up.”
“You know Jon... if he can avoid driving in traffic, he will.”
Kurt hissed. “But today is Saturday. The traffic wouldn’t be that bad.”
Leke smiled. “Then you can drive yourself to Toke’s place.”
Eyes on the rows of watches in the drawer, Kurt said, “Okay. I appreciate you coming to pick me up.”
“Better.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. He selected a watch, a black Urwerk, to match his black jeans trousers. “Where’s Jon then?”
“He’s already at Tok
