Lisa’s pov
Caleb chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re something else, you know that?” he said and I nodded in agreement.
“Desperate times,” I said, grinning despite myself. “But I can’t do it alone. I’ll need your help with Justin.”
He raised a brow. “And what exactly do you want me to do?” he said to me
“Make sure he shows up. Convince him it’s not a trap, that Annabel won’t immediately throw a drink in his face. You’ve got that whole bro-to-bro credibility thing going for you.”
“Bro-to-bro credibility,” he repeated, deadpan.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Use it.”
He laughed, pushing his empty plate away. “You’re ridiculous. But fine. I’ll talk to him. No promises he’ll agree, though.”
“He will,” I said, more confident than I felt. “If he’s as miserable as you say, he will.”
Caleb leaned
