Chapter 4The family was indeed back home, unchanged from a summer away. Ma was brewing after-dinner coffee and Joey was napping in his crib in the living room. And Meaghan? In her usual spot, sitting on the edge of Jimmy’s bed, needling him as only a bratty younger sister could. Her legs crossed, arms crossed, too, snapping her ubiquitous piece of gum. Not even motherhood could break her of those habits. Like always, she was fishing for information. Being nosy.
“So, a date?”
“I’m just going out.”
But he knew his eyes were being transparent. Maybe it was the black jeans, or the slim-fit shirt. Or the double spritz of cologne he’d just applied. The musky scent giving evidence toward the night’s intentions. Jimmy was standing in front of the mirror on his closet door. He double checked his
