CHAPTER NINE
“What’s Mattie’s game?” Gus asked the next night while standing in Blaser’s living room buttoning his shirt. “Asking out your girl… Wait, is she up for grabs? You might have given me the heads up first.”
“Don’t even think about it,” Blaser said, lounging on his couch. “Mattie played the family card, so we’re playing it right back.”
“You know he’ll have a reservation for two,” Gus said, reeking of mischief. “Champagne in a high hat, the works.”
“You like seeing your brother get what he’s due, don’t even kid yourself.”
“Won’t hear me objecting. A front row seat to seeing the arrogant jerk put in his place? Yes, please.”
Blaser stayed on the couch when there was a knock at his door because Gus went over to answer it. On the threshold, Bri thrust an envelope inside, but when
