Dinner was just as awkward as lunch. As if, we needed to add to the tension residing between us. Fletcher looked at his phone most of dinner while I attempted to ignore mine.

Fletcher’s gaze shifted toward my phone vibrating on the table. “Aren’t you going to answer that?”

I took the last bite of my steak which was cooked perfectly and shook my head. “Not ready to speak to my sister yet.”

Fletcher shrugged as if it didn’t matter to him either ...