Jeremy’s still holding his empty Corona, the lime curled up like a dead shrimp.
Becca peels off two twenties. “It’s on me.”
“No, it’s okay.” Trapper curves his half-grin into something less smug. “It’s all good.”
“Cheers,” Becca says. “To those like us.”
As Jeremy’s drinking, I replay the aftershave scene from Home Alone. He manages to disguise his cough with his fist. Becca asks what business he runs.
“Health and lifestyle. Supplements, vitamins.”
I figure only my parents can take that line seriously. Trapper’s face walks a tightrope between disdain and disbelief. “Is that Mary Kay or a different pyramid scheme?”
“One hundred percent legit. One hundred percent legit. Give me your address and I’ll hook you up with samples. We’ve got an awesome line for women – keeps you toned, but d
