They Laughed At Me For Parking Cars—Then My Driver Arrived

your sister?”

Garrett’s throat worked convulsively. “I… I might have mentioned that Dina was… that she was going to be here and might be working the—”

“Working,” I repeated, the single word dropping like a stone into still water.

His voice cracked like an adolescent’s. “At the valet stand.”

The words landed with devastating clarity.

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