Page 4 of Happily Evan After (Dog Tags #5)

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Evan

“Explain it to me one more time,” Abel says.

I stare at my brother. “Has Hollywood made you stupid? I’m not speaking a different language here. I’ve already told you.”

He waves a hand dismissively. “Yeah, you said you were moving to some small town to run a dog park.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “You do not listen.”

“I listen,” he argues. “I heard that you’re still hung up on some chick you banged months ago.” He points at me. “Move on, brother, she’s gone.”

His words scrape against me like abrasive fabric. “Fuck off.”

“Look, if you need money or whatever, you can work for me. Be my assistant. I can pay you more than enough.”

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

He holds his hands up. “No. Just trying to help.”

“It’s like you don’t even know me. I don’t want to work for you.

I don’t want to move to Hollywood. I don’t need money.

I’m still thinking about the woman from that one night because she was special.

I knew it then, and I should’ve done something about it.

Like get her actual name. And I am not going to work at a dog park.

It’s a dog sanctuary where we rescue, rehabilitate, and rehome dogs.

If you’re itching to get rid of some of your cash, make a donation to the sanctuary. ”

Abel stares at me, his face as familiar as my own, despite the fact that we’re not identical. “I hear you, Evan. Sorry. I’m just tired.” He shakes his head. “I’ll definitely make a donation.”

I nod. “Thank you.”

“What have you done to try to find the girl?”

“Went back to the bar and talked to the bartender—or she might be the owner, I’m not sure. In any case, she’s friends with Dimples, but she refused to give me any additional details. Something about girl code.”

“When was this?” Abel asks.

“The following day. After I woke up to an empty bed. I had to wait a while for the damn bar to open. Plus, she had my wallet. So I grabbed that, but she wouldn’t give me any more information.”

“Maybe you’ll find each other again. If it’s meant to be or whatever.”

I snort. “You’ve been reading too many rom-com scripts.”