Chapter 10
Josh, who’d shaved off the beard-thing since the last time he’d made an appearance, stared for a brief moment at Vin, en-casted and propped up carefully in one of the living room chairs with a footstool supporting his leg. “I thought we didn’t hate him? What’d you bust him up for?”
Beau cuffed him upside the head, lightly, because Josh was a friend. “I didn’t do that,” he retorted. “Come in, if you can leave your rude at the door.”
Josh made a show of wiping his feet on the doormat. “Maybe it stuck to my shoes. This isn’t exactly fine summer weather.” It wasn’t. Rain, and more rain. Which had drastically limited Vin’s activities, since the casts, while not as water-soluble as old-time plaster, needed to stay mostly dry. The last thing Vin needed was mold growing inside his ca
