Chapter 1 - 01 -A Good Girl
The first time Lilian called him, Morrison thought it was a prank.
"Teach me how to date," she said over the phone, her voice soft, light, and maddeningly calm.
He paused, then chuckled. "You drunk?"
"No." A beat. "I just figured... you’re experienced. You’d know what to do."
It hit him like a punch.
Lilian. Dave’s kid sister. The quiet one with the straight bangs and oversized hoodies. The girl who used to hide behind the sofa when they played poker in her parents’ house.
But that wasn’t the image that came to mind now.
Now, he saw her in a tight yellow crop top and a white denim mini skirt, all legs and pale skin, with a tiny waist that flashed when she reached for her drink at the restaurant last week.
He hadn’t even recognized her at first — until Dave muttered, "That’s Lilian. My sister."
Morrison had almost choked on his whiskey.
He should have forgotten it. Filed it under "inappropriate thoughts to never revisit."
But then she called.