Past Claims

Dom leaned back on his chair, his phone pressed against his ear.

“I would love for you to come, Mr. Vance. It will mean a lot to my sister,” Grant said, his voice light, persuasive.

Dom rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Grant, stop trying to set me up with your sister,” he said, twirling slowly in his chair.

Grant laughed on the other end, that loud, unbothe