Chapter 3
Taylor
AGAINST MY BETTER judgement, I found a way to make the dinner party on Friday, which was held at Carter’s parents’ golf club. When I arrived at the clubhouse and stepped into the large, five-star restaurant, it felt as if all eyes turned to look at me. Feeling like an outsider, I scanned the tables, ignoring the haughty glances of some of the patrons. Jensen was a small town and I recognized a couple of the people dining, who apparently recognized me as well. From some of their expressions, it was as if I had the word “blue-collar peasant” stamped across my forehead.
“Hey, man,” said Carter, who came up behind me. “You made it.”
Relaxing, I turned to him and smiled. “Carter. Sorry, I missed the rehearsal. I got here as quickly as I could, though.”
“No problem. I’m jus
