Page 33 of Brutal Savage

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Can you shoot me a text?”

“Something wrong with your phone?”

If I tell him the real reason, he won’t get off my ass.

“Just want to make sure it’s working right.”

He laughs. “Why? Has a girl not called you back?”

“Shut up and do it.”

“Oh, damn. Did she ghost you?” He keeps chuckling, and I’m about to strangle him through the phone.

“I’m hanging up now. Do what I said.”

His laughter dies when I end the call, and seconds later, my cell pings with a text.

Fionn

Pretty sure your phone works just fine.

Tynan

Fuck you.

Fionn

Buy her some diamonds. Women love them.

Tynan

I don’t need advice from you.

Fionn

I think you do. When women say they’ll call me, they actually do.

Tynan

It’s not like that. Was hoping Brody’s teacher could give him extra lessons after school and she still hasn’t given me an answer.

Fionn

Ask her if she’s available for some lessons for you. You need them more than Brody does.

Tynan

Fuck off.

The phone rings a few seconds later, and it’s him. Of course my phone’s working.

“Don’t say it.”

He’s laughing again. “Give her time to consider it. You’re a lot to handle.”

“I don’t have time. He doesn’t have time.”

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