“Levi?”
Still unable to decide, I gnawed on my lip.
“Okay, I’ll call her and tell her something came up.”
“Thank you,” I mumbled, relieved that he’d taken the decision out of my hands.
“You sure you’re all right?”
“I am.” I nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me. “I just need to talk to you. Thanks.”
“NP, little bro. You know I’m here for you if you need me. GTG. See you at seven.”
Shaking my head, I said, “Use your words, Matt.”
“Don’t go all Mom on me. Bye.” My phone grew silent and I put it down on my desk after glancing at the time. Four PM. Meant I had three hours to come up with arguments that would convince my big brother that me asking Beckett out for a date was a great idea.
Piece of cake.
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