“What? I bet you could learn a thing or two.” She licks her lower lip, and I can’t stop chuckling. “Give Everleigh my number too while you’re at it!”
“Not a chance,” I grumble. “I need new friends. You’re too much.”
“Suck it up, Blackwood. I’m your only friend.”
only“Bye,” I call out as I push through the door and leave.
Ten minutes later, I’m home, and Everleigh’s lounging on the couch with a wine glass.
“Hey, bro. You got some mail today.” She gestures toward the coffee table. “A letter from the prison came, and I’ve been anxiously waiting for you to open it.”
Dropping my bag, I furrow my brows, then kick off my shoes. “Why?”
“Well, I don’t know. It just seemed weird. Do they want you to go back?”
I bark out a laugh. She’s probably on her third glass. “Relax. It’s probably from m
