Chapter 22
CHRIS
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
The words ping off the back of the SUV that’s had its windows rolled down so that the breezy spring air can rush through it. My Uncle Tommy is going on and on about the wedding for this afternoon. The ride share driver, driving the SUV, is listening with captured interest.
I groan.
“Listen,” Uncle Tommy states. “We’re family here. If I don’t help you find the woman you’re in love with, then we’re not even considered good friends. That’s what it’s all about.” He beams at the ride share driver. “Right, Johnny?!”
“My name is David,” the driver states. “But I guess I completely agree.”
I look across at my uncle. “I’ve looked everywhere in this city, Uncle Tommy. Uptown, downtown, the meatpacking district and the financial one. I can’t
