My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

tapping her fingernails on the rim of her mug. “No phone calls from Melissa?”

“She sent an email on Tuesday,” I said, leaning against the metal railing. “She asked if I could look over her boutique’s new inventory list. Just for a quick opinion.”

“And?” Erin asked.

“I told her I could not help with her business,” I said. “I offered continue reading …