Chapter 18

• “I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” she said, glaring at Oliver with wild dark eyes as he bit into an enormous slice of pizza. He’d found her and Aiden at 1&1, deep in a discussion about their lack of creativity in figuring out future job prospects. They’d drunk too much and despaired together after the fourth bottle, and by the time Oliver had arrived, tousled and reeking of sex, Megan had lost track of the time. She was too busy being grateful to have found a brother.
• “You’re not going to speak?” Megan leaned against her closed fist and watched Oliver lick grease from his fingers. The pizza, as she’d discovered upon taking a hesitant bite, was really atrocious, but Oliver devoured it like a starving man. “If we’re not going to speak, why did you force me to waste money on this disgusting, overpriced pizza?”
• “Oh, like you’re strapped for three bucks?”