It honestly never ceases to amaze me, just how many women are attracted to my brother. The car ride lasts ten minutes, and in that time he’s winked at, smiled at and swooned at so much it almost constitutes and epidemic.
The first time it happens, when we’re next to a blonde in a Corsa at the lights, I have to do a double take to make sure she isn’t having a stroke.
“What on Earth do these women see in you?” I ask incredulously.
“Geez, thanks. Way to boost my self esteem.”
“If I boosted your self esteem, it’d land you on Mars.”
“As a matter of fact…” he begins.
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing.”
“No. Come on. Since when have you been shy and retiring?”
He fixes his eyes in the road and grips the steering wheel. “We broke up. Permanently this time.”
“What?” I am shocked. “Why
