“She what?!” Jake’s voice cut across the creek, sharp with disbelief as he turned toward Axel, his rod forgotten for a moment in his hand. The line dipped lazily into the water, but his full attention was locked on his friend.
Axel didn’t rush his response. He leaned back into the worn fabric of his folding chair, one boot planted firmly into the dirt while the other stretched out in front of him. The creek moved steadily nearby, the soft rush of water a calm contrast to the conversation.
Sammy shook his head, letting out a low whistle as he tipped his beer back for a long drink. “Man…” he muttered, lowering the bottle with a crooked grin. “Why do all the hot ones gotta be bat s**t crazy?”
Axel huffed a quiet breath through his nose, lifting his own beer for a sip, though it did little
