The Actor's Contract
He tosses one to Lee with lazy precision, like nothing just happened.
“Guys,” Mel snaps, voice sharp. “Pregnant lady needs food.”
Jackson finally tosses her one, and Mel tears into it like she hasn’t eaten in weeks. She stuffs a giant bite into her mouth, cheeks puffing, mumbling through the crumbs, “You know, Jackson, you’re my favorite brother.”
Enrique rolls his eyes skyward.
“Speaking of brothers,” Mel continues, brushing crumbs from her lips, “how are the other two doing?”
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