And if life cared even a little bit about her, he would not find reception. She wanted to go get her freak on with two furry guys again without his knowledge.
“Have fun, Marcos,” she said, cheerfully. “Forget about me and the dogs.” Please, Lord, let him forget her. “We'll still be here when you come home.”
She hung up the call feeling like she was in a better position now. Ready to engage in a s****l relationship with them. Was that wrong? Should she feel maybe a little bad about making friends with her brother? Nah. You only live once and all that crap.
The phone buzzed again with a new text message.
I'm hoping that you had a good time at the party last night. When you have a moment, please give me a call or come by and see me. There are some things I need to discuss with you. I'm no
