A Man's Promise
““What the fuck?” he grumbled, opening his eyes and easing up in bed to snatch his cell phone off the nightstand. It was Caden. “Why are you calling me so damned early on a Sunday morning?”
“It’s almost noon.”
Dalton’s frown deepened. “That’s beside the point. I like sleeping late on the weekends. Getting up and going into that damned office every morning, five days a week at eight a.m. ain’t no joke.”
“Stop whining. You never make it in at eight.”
Dalton rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”
“I need a favor.”
“This time of morning, it better be good.”
“I need you to go to Sutton Hills and bring me a few items.”
Dalton shifted up in bed as his eyes widened. “Sutton Hills? You didn’t spend the night there last night?”
“No.”
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