Chapter 10Fall had arrived once more, and soon the holidays would be on the horizon.
CIA’s second season opener, the conclusion to the previous season’s cliffhanger finale, had premiered a few weeks before, and the ratings were so good there was talk that season three was already locked in, with a guaranteed twenty-six episodes.
I was in my office on the set when my cell phone rang, the ringtone indicating it was Tony. He’d still been sleeping when I’d left, and sometimes when that happened, he would call me just to wish me a good morning. He might have been stubborn about us having a relationship that was more than familial when I was eighteen, but he was making up for it now with a vengeance.
“Good morning, big brother,” I said. I couldn’t keep the caress out of my voice, but that was
