Jake Abbot
The team met Wyatt and me at the bar. I grumbled when Jared walked in and took a seat with us. I have to be nice, but I don’t have to like it.
Wyatt clasped him on the shoulder, “How’s it feel being back?” He didn’t get to play, but he was suited up on the bench. The other team didn’t look happy, and it didn’t help when we kicked their asses—Damn good feeling.
After a few glasses of whiskey, a few of our phones went off. Looking around the table, I pulled out my phone to see a notification that my brother had gone live on social media. I unlocked the phone and went to the app.
“The only two I know who could turn karaoke night into a concert.” My brother yelled over the music, and the camera panned to the stage, where Winter and Sydney were singing. The crowd in front of the
