"What?!," I open my eyes in disbelief, gasping like an i***t, "Marry! Have you gone crazy, Evan?"
"No, I'm completely sane, Pete," he sounds more serious now and I know I've gone a bit overboard with the comment. "Tell me once and for all if I can count on your help, otherwise, I'll have to tell Marcus or…"
The mere mention of that fool immediately reminds me of his younger sister and I pucker my lips in apprehension. Was I going to remember her even in my soup or what?
"All right, all right," I hasten to add, before he goes that way. "I'll be ready in a few minutes, where do you want to meet?"
"I'll come pick you up at the house in twenty minutes," he sounds a little more relaxed and I'm somewhat relieved about that too. I don't want to fight with my brother right now. "I'll tell you
