Chapter Thirteen
Hannah
The boys were roughhousing, laughing while trying to kill each other.
“f**k, that’s hot,” Celeste said.
“Language,” Beth replied, as the baby started fussing from the noise. Jake took her inside, leaving us four to watch the chaos in the pool.
“Do they always do this?” I asked.
“Not always. Sometimes they play chicken, but you need four for that,” Beth said. She didn’t seem phased by the horseplay. “I’ll take this over the single pool parties any day.”
“Women, drinking, and debauchery,” Celeste said. “Aren’t you glad you wrecked your car?”
Beth glanced toward the house. “Every day.”
Huh? I was missing a lot of back-story.
Jen patted my hand. “It’s okay, I was lost at first, too.”
“Oh.”
She leaned closer. “Beth and Jake met in high school, so they’ve spen
