“Where have you been?” she asks. “You just didn’t show up one day.” She eyes Evander. “And that’s definitely not the guy that was in here that day.” “She’s been with me,” Evander answers, handing over his credit card. “And that was my brother.” Amber’s eyes widen. “Cheap shot messing around with brothers.” Evander moves us over to wait for our order. “Not when we’re aware of each other.”
