Cal and Liam meet me by the running trail early on Sunday morning. The two of them aren’t saddled with a beginner for the group run, but all of us are used to running way more than the four miles scheduled for today’s group run. We can get in at least six miles before the crowds arrive, if we hurry.
I park next to Cal and interrupt him and Liam arguing about their living arrangements.
“I don’t get why you don’t want to move in with Granny,” Cal says, smacking Liam’s ass when he bends to stretch his hamstrings. “She’ll feed us and she won’t hear you coming in with your special company.”
Liam kicks Cal in the ankle, making him hop on one foot in pain. “First of all, she won’t feed us because she doesn’t cook anymore, which you’d know if you visited more often.” They’re talking about ou
