Aiden looks up at me. “Tell Luke about the time I built that IKEA bookshelf for Gaby.” “Which time are we talking about? Because it took you three tries to get it right, and when she asked for another one, you hired someone off the internet to build it for her.” “That’s exactly what I thought.” Luke plucks the instruction manual from Aiden’s hands. “You’re officially dismissed. I appreciate the offer to help, though.”
