Chapter Three
Eric’s gaze landed on Stacey and a lazy grin bloomed across his face. Stacey felt her mouth go dry. She was sure that she was blushing. Stupid, stupid. Charlie had his hand gripping Eric’s arm. She could practically see the lecture falling out of his mouth. He had figured it out. That was why he had been trying to ask her about it.
Stacey was wondering if he was wearing the tuxedo as more of a joke than anything else. He didn’t seem to be listening to Charlie at all. From this view, she couldn’t understand how Eric was the younger sibling. There didn’t seem to be anything of Charlie in him. He looked almost ten years older than his brother.
“Man, are you done yet?” Eric finally spoke up. “We should all be sitting down when Dad gets here or he’s gonna flip.”
He broke free
