f**k. f**k! f**k!
“Bren?”
Holy déjà vu flashback from the bad of bad times.
My head literally swam as I saw one of the guys head over, clutching a cup and frowning. He came at us hesitantly and then moved at a quicker pace once he recognized me.
“Alex,” I rasped out.
Alex Ryerson.
I was in a bad dream. That’s what was happening as I watched the guy who led the charge from the last time I thought I needed to take on an entire group that was coming my way.
Alex had always been stocky, kinda like these guys, but he was more slimmed down. Not in the muscle way. In the muscle way, his arms were bulging.
I noted, also taking in his short haircut so he looked almost military, “Jail was good for you.”
He laughed. “County. That’s all I did.”
“So…you’re out.”
He nodded, taking in the othe
