Justin
Cory sets a pitcher of beer on our table near the pool tables at Decoy Ducks. “Great game," he announces. His eyes land on me seated beside Ricky. “Hell of a lot better than I anticipated."
It's Ricky who speaks up. “You're all whispering like old ladies at a church social."
The entire table around me laughs. I know my teammates have been whispering about Devan and me.
Ricky refills glasses around the table, draining the new pitcher. With his glass in his hand, he stands. “The rumors are true."
My heart is slamming against my breastbone.
“My little sister Devan has decided to give this asshole a chance." He shrugs. “You are all my witnesses." Ricky looks at me. “If Justin doesn't treat Devan right, I'm going to need help hiding his body."
Glasses raise, clinking together
