Chapter 92002
My phone at the studio rang. “Bryan Sebring.”
“It’s Tony.”
“Need me to come home and program the VCR, big brother?” That was his way of letting me know he wanted me home and in bed as soon as I could get there. The people I worked with must have thought he was a complete technophobe.
“I just wanted to let you know we’ll be having company for dinner.”
“Oh?” Which meant there would be no s*x up against the wall in the foyer—my hip wasn’t up to us making love on the floor. Oh well, there was always the bed afterward. “Do you want me to pick something up?”
“No—Yes. A box of mac and cheese.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll explain when I see you. Bry, this is going to solve everything!”
“Okay.” Although I didn’t know what might need solving. “I’ll see you in about an hour.”
“Drive ca
