One week later
“Bren?” Heather called.
“Hmmm?” I was on the front porch of Heather’s house. Well, it was still technically hers, but most of her stuff had been transported to our house. The official move was scheduled for later in the summer. When I went to Cain with the guys, Heather was going to sign the papers so her house would go to her brother. It was a big move. Those seemed to be happening everywhere now.
Heather opened her screen door as we both heard gravel crunching under tires. A black SUV was pulling in, passing Manny’s and parking in front of us.
My stomach shifted, tightening, but Heather was all about these new arrivals. A wide smile on her face, she came out and let the door slam behind her. Her hands found her hips just as two doors opened. The football star got out o
