It would be a good time in Seattle to call her brother—not too late, not too early. He’d probably just be sitting down at the breakfast table for some cereal that was way too sugary. She squared her shoulders, preparing herself. Nicole had never once lied to her brother, at least, not about the big things. Little lies? Sure. She knew how to tell a white lie when the occasion called for it; she would be doing just that when Ryan imminently received a mysterious job offer. She reminded herself of that as she picked up the phone and dialed her brother’s number, turning her chair to face the window. “Hello?” he said, his voice groggy. “Are you still sleeping?” Nicole asked, her voice incredulous. Ryan grunted. “Who wants to know?” “Your sister. You should be awake and productive by now,” she said. “Kind of hard to do when you’re unemployed, sis.
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