Chapter 87: Dating himself
Chapter 85
I looked up from my book just in time to see Uncle Charlie step into the living room. He stood there for a second, his face somewhere between annoyed and baffled.
"You okay?" I asked, setting the book down. "You're back early..." I pointed out.
He didn't answer right away—just dropped his keys on the table with a soft clink and made his way to the kitchen, muttering something under his breath.
When he finally returned with a glass of whiskey, he flopped onto the chair across from me.
"Women, kid," he said, shaking his head, then raised his glass. "Something weird happened. I left without needing to sneak out—and then I hit the brakes."
I lifted an eyebrow.
"And you?" he asked, returning the question.
"Just a few small kisses," I said nonchalantly. "The deck sure helps set the mood, huh?"
Charlie smirked and nodded. "And you're only just getting started."
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The next day, I was having dinner with Dad in the kitchen when Charlie walked in.