He chuckles at the old nickname. “See you tomorrow, chicken feet.”
I thought I’d lost all hope for a reconciliation with my siblings. But now, I feel that hope flicker.
Maybe it’s not dead yet.
“Miss me already?” Jennifer asks when she answers on the third ring.
I roll my eyes. “I’ve got new marching orders for you.”
She sighs. “Typical man. You’re calling because you want something. Well, give it to me. Should I be scared?”
“Since when have you ever been scared?”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Aleks. What do you want?”
“Olivia has a lunch tomorrow. I want you to accompany her.”
“You have Demyan and an army of goons who are good at breaking s**t at your disposal. Why me?”
The pause is loaded with tension—until she figures it out. It was never going to take her very long, but
