“DOES THIS FEEL like deja vu to any of you?” I scrunch up my nose and peer at Cash and Wade who are sitting on the bench in the holding cell next to me.
Wade turns his gaze in my direction. “Probably, because this has happened before.” He rolls his eyes at me.
I look to Cash. “Nineteen ninety…” He presses his finger to his temple thinking.
“That fight with our hotel security!” I say excitedly at remembering the detail. I nod my head. “Good times.” I bring my arms up over my head and link my fingers behind my neck.
“Seattle?” Cash c***s his head.
“No, that was in Michigan,” I correct him.
“Michigan was when we got kicked out of the restaurant,” Cash offers.
I shake my head. “I don’t remember all of us being in jail in Michigan.”
“That’s because only you got arrested,” Cash points ou
