Chapter 0 - 2019 Top Ten Gay Romance

“Come on, Jonah! It’ll be fun.”

I sighed loudly and dramatically, just to make my sister laugh. Ellie obliged and I hid a smile, even though we were on the phone and she couldn’t see. She knew damn well I couldn’t deny her anything, and if she wanted to hang out with me for the weekend at her husband’s family’s cabin, then we would. But that didn’t mean I was going to give in easily.

“Seriously, it’ll be great. You and me and the whole weekend to hang out and eat and drink and gossip and talk shit about people.”

I snorted a laugh. “You never talk shit about people. And if you do it accidentally, you immediately feel bad.” Ellie was about the sweetest person on the planet. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body.

She hummed. “Well, that’s true.”

“But, Ellie, love, this isn’t the greatest weekend for me.” I eyed my computer, which I knew had a stack of unproofed documents waiting in my inbox. I loved my work as a copyeditor for textbooks, and I loved that I could work from home, but sometimes, the amount of stuff waiting to be done was daunting.

“But this is the weekend no one is using the cabin. Mark says his brothers have claimed it for a bunch of the following weekends. So it needs to be this one.” She made a soft noise, and I knew she was putting on puppy dog eyes, even though I couldn’t see. “I’ll take Friday off and we’ll make a three-day weekend out of it. What do you say?”

We both knew I would give in, so I sighed again, and did. “Yeah. Fine. Want me to pick you up?”

She hesitated for just a moment, which was weird, but then said, “Sure. That will totally work. Nine? It takes about two hours to drive there, and we can settle in before you make me lunch.”

“Oh, is that how it is?” I laughed, because between the two of us, I was the better cook. And she loved it when I cooked for her. At least she was nice enough to always do the dishes.

“I want lasagna.”

I made a noise. “No. Pick something else. It’s always lasagna. Just no.”

She laughed, a musical tinkling noise that made me smile. “Okay, fine. How about Chicken Florentine?”

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