Chapter 13: Me, Too
“We can’t stay late,” I said as Wes and I slipped into a couple empty seats around the large table the guys had already staked out. “Probably just an hour. We wanted to come out and unwind, but Wes has to work this weekend. It’s going to be an early morning.”
Randall’s brow raised, and his mouth curled into what could best be described as simmering resentment as he looked Wes up and down. The look disappeared when he turned to me. “You’re not working tomorrow, are you? Go ahead and stay behind—hang with us.”
I c****d my head, trying to figure out Randall’s mood. Sure I could stay, but I didn’t feel like it tonight. “Oh, sorry. You haven’t met Wes yet, have you?” I turned to Wes and made the introductions. They both kept the words of their greetings civil, but the set
