Chapter 8
It was harder to push thoughts of Briella away than I expected, especially when she called me a few days later and asked if I wanted to have dinner.
“Kyle has been bugging me to see you. He was supposed to see his dad this weekend, but since we’re fighting over how much he pays me, Vince is keeping his distance. Not that I could really tell the difference. Anyway, Kyle said he wants you to come over. If you’re working, don’t worry about it, though—”
“Bri,” I interrupted her rambling, “I’m free. What can I bring?”
“Nothing,” she said with a sigh. “Thank you. I’m sorry to ask you to do this.”
I chuckled. “He’s a great kid. I’m happy to hang out any time he wants to.”
“Thank you. So much. See you at five? Is that too early?”
“Not at all. I’ll see you then.”
She breathed than
