Chapter Three
“HE ACTUALLY EXPECTS me to pay. For dinner. Me. Can you believe it?” Karla sat at their small kitchen table, a plate of half-eaten breakfast in front of her and a mug of lukewarm coffee held in her hands. “I mean, I know we’ve only been hanging out a short while, but you would think he would’ve learned something in that time. First, he just stops by yesterday morning, and now he wants me to buy him dinner? What the hell is he trying to prove?”
Aimee Harper stood by the coffee pot, freshening up her own cup as her sister continued her tirade. Karla just stared at her, watching her sister ignore her. “Did you hear what I said? He wants me to pay for dinner.” She watched, her face an incredulous expression, as Aimee slid into a chair across from her.
“Yes, I heard you,” Aimee
