21 HAYESMy phone rings, cutting off the song I was blasting mid-chorus. Wolfie’s name flashes across the screen. He probably wants to talk about the shop schedule or the new product line. I press ACCEPT and wedge the phone between my ear and my shoulder.
“Wolf, what’s up, man?”
“Hey,” he grunts, and then there’s silence on the line. Leave it to Wolfie to call me and not tell me right away what he’s calling about.
I release a slow breath and search for patience. “You still there?”
I put down the dishes I’ve been drying and listen for sounds of life. The line crackles, and I hear Wolfie clear his throat.
“So, you and Maren, huh?”
Fuck. f**k, f**k. A heavy weight sinks to the pit of my stomach. This is not how I wanted this conversation to go.
“She talked to you?”
He grunts. I guess t
