This miserable day is never going to end. “I’m coming.” When she caught a glimpse of her visitor through the peephole, she wished she could retract the statement. Her half-brother, Stephan. Megan pulled the door open just enough to ask, “What the hell do you want?” She had already given him a place to stay at her condo in L.A. If he wanted money, he was out of luck, and she was out of patience. She’d left Nick five long days earlier, and every night without him seemed longer than the last. “Is that any way to greet your big brother?” She gave him a cursory once-over. He looked as though he hadn’t slept or showered in days. Pathetic. She’d given him what he asked for, help getting his life back together, and he was throwing away his second chance. She wasn’t surprised. In her experience, if she gave someone a chance to disappoint her, they were usually happy to oblige. “I really don’t have time for your bullshit right now. Just cut to the chase,” she said. He peered over her shoulder and whistled under his breath.
