Missy
The silence on the other end of the call lasted long enough to become suspicious.
I stared at Chase’s name on my screen and waited.
“Chase?”
“I heard you.”
“Then answer the question.”
“No.”
I sat up straighter against my pillows.
“No, she isn’t your girlfriend, or no, you refuse to answer?”
“We are spending the day together.”
“That was not one of the choices.”
He exhaled heavily, and I smiled.
There were very few things in the world capable of making my brother uncomfortable. Reporters could ask him about losing a championship, and he would answer without blinking. Coaches could criticize him in front of the entire team, and he would calmly listen. Opposing players could insult him all night, and he would usually remain focused.
Ask him about a woman, and suddenly he for
