23
Heather
I was having déjà vu, except… I wasn’t.
I wasn’t in my house. I wasn’t hungover. I didn’t have to rush downstairs to Brandon’s aid. Instead, my brother’s stalker was in Manny’s. That’s correct. Code red. Stalker red. Rebecca, the frizzy-lioness-hair stalker had braved my wrath. She was here, folks.
Katrina sidled up next to me. “Too bad you had Suki go home.”
I grunted. She was right. Those two would’ve had an epic showdown. One yelling in the third person, and the other lecturing her on being classy as she was anything except classy.
I grumbled, “Where’s some salt when we need it?”
Katrina barked out a laugh. “You need me to do something?”
I shook my head. “No. I’ll handle it. She’s half Brandon’s problem anyway.” I gestured to the rest of the diner. “Just manage everyt
