Chapter Twelve

Sunday.

Colton spent his afternoon at a golf club restaurant. He had a meeting with some clients and it lasted for three hours. 

Just a little over 6 pm, on his way to his car, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Seeing the caller ID, he sighed. It was Caleb, his brother. 

"Hi," He answered.

"Where are you, bro?" Caleb's whining voice came through.

"Working" 

'God, Colton! It's Sunday!" 

"And?" Colt said, wanting to know what his younger brother was trying to prove.