Chapter Twenty-Seven
Cash
An entire week passed without Bobbi Jo trying to talk to me. I planned to honor the promise I made her, but something told me to do at least a little something to show her I was thinking of her.
So, my brothers and I hopped on our private jet to head to Maine. “You’re going to love the lobster at Docks Boathouse.” My mission was to bring back some of that delicious seafood that Bobbi Jo and I had both agreed was fantastic on the trip that had threatened to end it all.
Jasper was a little tired looking as he sprawled out in the chair. “But all the way to Maine, bro? Why so far? Can’t you get some great lobster from somewhere nearer to us?”
“Nope.” I looked out the window as we flew up high in the sky. “She needs this anyway. This will show her how far I’ll go
