“Oh, no you didn’t!” Chaz stared at Beau, aghast. Beau hadn’t even been sure “aghast” was a word anyone should ever use until he saw the expression on Chaz’s face.
Normally smiling, bright eyed, and handsome, a grimace of disgust painted itself onto his features. For just a moment, he looked so utterly unlike himself, Beau didn’t recognize him.
“Look, he’s not even likely to come, I word-of-mouthed it to him through Ann-Marie,” Beau said. Guilt, annoyance, and anger warred for supremacy. The need to defend his actions won out in the end. “First of all, this is a public place, it’s not like I could keep him from showing up, if he’s a mind to. Second, Vin knows my cousin and I thought he might want to be here.”
Beau got on with placing the chairs in neat rows. Screech had given them the b
