He shrugs, taking a drink from his mimosa. “It was okay. We were slow when the guy showed up. He didn’t specify who he was, although it was kind of obvious. He was driving some top-of-the-line Tesla, dressed to the nines in a suit that looked tailor made, and he screamed money.”
“What do you think he was doing there?”
“Who knows,” he mutters. “Checking in on his investment, I’d imagine.”
“Was he friendly?”
Shaking his head, he says, “No, not really. I mean, he wasn’t rude or anything. He just didn’t say much.”
“So, how do you know he was a donor?” Charlotte asks as she pops a strawberry into her mouth.
“When people pay, they have to show their ID,” he says. “Well, they show ID at the door too, but I wasn’t at the door when he entered. But I was the cashier who rang him out, and saw the name on his license. It looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I knew the name from. Not until I got home that night and went through all the paperwork.”
“What did he buy?”
“Some chocolate edibles.”
“Hmm, interesting,” I murmur. “Wonder if he’ll stop by again.”
“Speaking of interesting,” Charlotte says, a smirk playing on her lips. “Mom mentioned something about how you locked yourself out of your place during the snowstorm last month?”
Great, here we go.
Glaring at her, I say, “Yup.”
“Weird that I’ve talked to you several times since then, and you’ve never mentioned that.”
Xander chuckles beside me. “What the fuck did you do?”
Both of them probably have anideaabout why I didn’t mention it, because they both know who my neighbor is, but fuck me, I didn’t want to explain this to them. I wasn’t even planning on telling my mom, but it kind of slipped out when I was on the phone with her last week.
“It’s not a big deal.”Lies.
“So, you were able to get back into the house right away?” Charlotte asks knowingly.
Rolling my eyes, I mumble, “No.”
Xander smirks. “Do tell, Travis.”
Internally groaning, I take another sip, trying to buy myself some time while they both stare at me impatiently and expectantly. Finally, heaving a sigh, I mutter as nonchalantly as I can manage, “I had to wait out the storm at my neighbor’s house. My phone was locked inside my apartment, and when I was able to use my neighbor’s phone to call a locksmith, they were all closed.”
Charlotte and Xander glance at one another, then back at me. My sister arches one of her perfectly manicured brows, looking at me like I’m full of shit. “Neighbor, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Would this be the same neighbor you caught with his pants around his ankles at your old house?”
I roll my eyes. “Fuck off. You know the answer is yes.”
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” Xander asks at the exact moment our server walks up with our food.
Her eyes widen, flitting between the three of us. “Alright,” she blurts out awkwardly, her face turning several shades of red. “Here we go. Is there anything else I can get you guys?”
Xander chuckles.
“I think we’re good,” I mutter. “Thank you.”
She practically runs away. Not that I can blame her.
