“How does it feel?” I repeated, trying to understand the question.
“Yeah, to come into this world with a best friend included in the package,” he said, and my heart squeezed with something close to pity. I pushed it down because Ashton Varnat was not a man who would appreciate pity, especially when what he was asking was a mere curious question rather than throwing a pity party.
“My brother?” I paused, and he nodded, “He is cool, a wonderful football player. High School level,” I said, and he chuckled.
“So, you know the game,” he said, and I nodded.
“Yeah, I have spent most of my life around football stadiums and weekend games,” I said, and he chuckled.
“Maybe I can convince you to come to one of my games…” he smirked, and I laughed.
“We'll see…” I said, taking a bite out of my
