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Me:"For a year?"
He's so fucking lost to this chick, he would really fucking hand me over his chopper in a bow if it meant he could have her.
I smirk down at the phone, shaking my head. I’m only teasing him.
So what? I'm thebabybrother. I have to be a little shit sometimes, doesn't matter if I'm over two-hundred pounds of muscle on a 6'4'' frame.
Adam:"Damn you. Fine. For a year. Just wear a fucking costume and come over."
Me:"Bro, I was kidding. You know I like my own Harley ten times better anyway."
Adam:"Fucking fucker I fucking hate you sometimes."
Me:"See? You can be so poetic! You don't need my help at all to get the pretty lady to swoon over you."
Adam:"Ass.Hole."
Me:"Jack.Ass. OMW now. Hang on. Don't —I repeat— don't put your foot down your damn throat. Just smile. Be nice. You got this."
Adam:"And you'll wear a costume?"
I roll my eyes.
Me:"Yeah. I'll wear a costume."
Adam:"A Disney costume?"
Me:"Don't fucking push it, bro!"
I'll wear my gear and that'll be fucking good enough. If I have to wear a damn Halloweencostumeat least it'll be something useful so I'm ready to go in case there's an emergency somewhere and they need me.
Chapter 3
PHILLIP
I look around again, trying to see if I can spot that brother of mine, but he's nowhere to be found.
I've been on this rooftop, freezing my balls off for the last half an hour and there's no trace of him.
I mean, there are outdoor heaters strategically placed around, but I'm not about to go hug one for warmth like some ninety-years-old lady.
And what the hell is up with drinks around here?
Pumpkin-spice-flavored beer?
Insert vomit here, please.
I scan the bar-tending section of this Halloween paradise or hell if you're like me, and I get myself a glass of spiced —well, of course, it had to have fucking cinnamon in it— apple cider.
I take a sip and grimace. At least it's piping hot and it will help keep me warm. I'll take it over the sacrilegious beer anytime.
I check my phone again to see if Adam has answered my string of texts yet.
No such luck.
I've tried calling him twice already and both times it went to voicemail.
Little Miss Library is nowhere to be seen as well. Isn't she like the host of this three-ring Halloween circus or something?
