Page 13 of Bona Fide

“How’s Sunday?”

“Over brunch,” he offers. “The least I can do is buy you food for your trouble if you turn it down.”

I finger gun him with my hand. “Sold.”

“Thanks, Rea, I really appreciate you doing this for me.”

At least he got that part right because it’s ONLY for him.

“Call your brother and warn him that, if I decide to do this, I’ll slice his balls off if he decides to mess with me while I’m trying to work. I take it very seriously, and I’m not going to deal with his—”

“Done. I’ll make sure everything goes smoothly for you.”

I shake my head. “No, that’s my job. All you need to do is show up.”

“Right.” He smiles again. “I’ll text you the place for Sunday.”

“Fantastic.”

He strides from my office and sends me a wave before he’s out the door. They say the daughter’s family pays for most of the wedding.

I’m going to extort the hell out of this unworthy hoe.

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