Chapter 6
Chad smacked his stack of boxes on the counter.
“Can I go now?” he asked. Kiko finished rinsing out eggnog glasses and dried his hands.
“It’s not even two,” he said, watching the teen slouch. “You want to get back to your mother so badly?”
“No,” said Chad, groaning. “Only she’s been texting me literally every minute all day and it’s killing me, boss.”
“I can hold on to your phone for you,” said Kiko, but Chad shook his head at the offer.
“Nah. I mean, thanks and all, but you probably don’t need me? She was the worst yesterday when I told her about Sarah and all, and she was, like, already pissed because I’m not driving all the way back Tuesday night for my birthday. So I’m like, spend some more time with her tonight, right?”
“That would make sense as a plan,” said Kiko. He
