CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Gabe clenched his hands into fists and opened his mouth to say, “Get lost,” but jabbering like a baby learning to talk came out instead.
Without waiting for a reply as to whether he could join them or not, Mick set his tray on the space next to Andy and eased down in the chair, while Bud took a seat beside Gabe.
Gabe looked at Andy and they shrugged at the same time.
“Thanks,” Mick said. “The cafeteria sure is crowded today.”
Thanks? Gabe blinked, thinking he’d heard him wrong. When did he get manners? A sudden urge to stuff the brownie down Mick’s throat came over Gabe. He grabbed it off the plate, aimed it at Mick’s ugly lips, and almost hurled it at the smug face when an inner voice said, “Stop, Gabe, unless you want to commit suicide.”
The same dang voice, Cha
