Chapter 4
Sawyer
I’m relaxing by the pool out back, having a smoke when my cell phone rings. I glance at the screen and sigh. It’s my dad, and I already know why he’s calling.
“Where the f**k are you, boy? I thought you were coming home for Thanksgiving.”
Also known as the dinner from hell. I can just imagine the chaos tomorrow. A room full of assholes, some already drunk by now. The women won’t be too far behind.
“I’m with a friend. I told you that, remember?”
“You’re trying to break Sally’s heart, aren’t you? She wanted you here. You knew that. She’s been working her a*s off preparing for your visit and you... You selfish little-”
I hang up and put my phone on airplane mode, so I don’t have to deal with the bullshit. I don’t care if his girlfriend rolled the f*****g red carpet for
