Chapter 11
Make sure your brother’s around, Dom read when he pulled out his phone, we’re taking him to the Pickle.
Srsly? he responded, groaning. He was unloading the dishwasher. Again. Guests made so many extra chores that he was beginning to hate his brother in new and interesting ways.
G wants him away for a night.
Lucky for her, typed Dom, then deleted it unsent. I’ll call him, he sent instead.
“What, Dom?” asked Devin when he picked up. There was noise behind him. Dom pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back against the sink.
“You want to go to the Pickle with me and Kiko later?”
Devin laughed.
“The Dill Pickle? I’m here now. I was going to stay—they have these bacon pickle appetizers—so you can bump into me then.”
He’s already there, sent Dom, looking forward to going
