Delaney stared out of her balcony window at her brother pulling into the driveway. She’d been waiting to talk to him since she felt like a moocher lately, and that wasn’t her style.
She bounded down the stairs, meeting him at the door with a muffin that she’d baked him. He looked at it and slowly took it to take a bite. “What is this for?”
She hovered as he closed the door and kicked off his shoes. “Just because I feel like an asshole mooching off of you.”
Lucas rolled his eyes. “It’s fine.”
“It’s not. I hate not having anything to do and no income coming in. Katie swears she isn’t mad, but I feel like a sore thumb here.
Maybe I should go back—,”
“To your loser boyfriend? No,” Lucas said.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Look at this,” she said, digging her cell from her jeans
