RONAN
Kevin Wellspring, our best friend of so many years, picks tonight…of all god damn nights to crawl up my ass and stick a needle there.
Without breaking eye contact, I speak to my brother.
“Call Sarah, Mal.”
I'd like to confirm if this madness Kevin is talking about is true. Sarah would never willingly go on a date with another man, not even with a gun to her head.
Kevin’s brows shoot up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up.” He takes one slow step forward with his palms out.
“Why are you calling her? She’s probably in the middle of her date right now. You want to ruin that?”
I fight the crippling urge to roll my eyes.
He really wants to play this game, doesn’t he?
“You know exactly why, Kevin.”
Kevin’s head angles backwards, and he lets out this dry laugh that doesn’t reach hi
