After Calliope hit send on her message, she looked up-and there, coming toward her, was Ulysses Jewell.

The very second she glanced up, Ulysses spotted her too.

His brows knit together in a scowl. He didn't look happy at all as he strode straight over to her, dragging along a stack of suitcases, clearly loaded with way too much luggage.

"When did you get here? You came to pick me up and didn't even bother to give me a heads up?” Ulysses grumbled, clearly annoyed.

"If I'd known you were coming, I wouldn't have called an Uber. It's already on its way, you know!"

He shoved one of the suitcases toward her. "Come on, Calliope, help me with my bags!"

The way he said it, it honestly sounded more like a command than a request, and his tone was enough to make anyone bristle.

Calliope frowned back at him. "I'm not here to pick you up. Did I ever say I was coming to get you?"

She had no clue Ulysses was flying back today. What were the odds they'd run into each other like this?

Ulysses let out a short, cold laugh. "So you're saying you're not here for me? Then what, you just hang around airports for fun?"

course she was here for him, he seemed to think. Was it so humiliating to admit she'd come to meet her brother? And hey,

she was, acting all distant,

here to pick someone up," Calliope shot back, "but

I'm waiting for hasn't

are you just mad because I asked you to help

your brother, you know. What's so wrong with helping

she were here, she'd already be grabbing my bags

I You're

just impossible!"

full of disappointment. Honestly, he

least she was helpful and

the other hand, always had

was running the family company, she probably thought she was too

a tight frown, Ulysses

for me,¶m still your brother. So yeah, you

suitcases, unimpressed. She had zero

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