Chapter 68

NATHAN My phone vibrates on the kitchen counter in front of me, and a text from Drake flashes on the screen. I’m outside. And I have cappuccino and waffles Frowning, I text him back. Have you sent this to the wrong number? No, dude! I’m outside the elevator to your penthouse. Press a button and let me up He’s supposed to be in Chicago. What the hell is he doing here? I go to the intercom in the kitchen and check the screen, and sure enough there’s my brother, a goofy smile on his face and a tray of coffee and a brown paper bag in his hands. I press the button to allow him up, confused as to what’s brought him all the way here but happy to see him. I grab plates from the cabinet, and a few moments later, I hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hall. He holds up the paper bag and the tray containing three coffees. “Hey, bro.” “I love that you never visit empty-handed.” He places his offerings on the island, and I wrap him in a hug. “But what the hell are you doing here?” He cocks his