Chapter Eight
Dylan
“Yeah?” I asked.
“So you are alive,” said the voice in my phone.
“Oh, hey, man.”
“Dude, are you coming?” Mikey asked.
“Oh, yeah…sorry. I wasn’t watching the clock.”
“Game is about to start. You showing up or what?”
“Another time, man.”
“Is he coming or not?” I heard Aaron say in the background.
“I think he’s too hungover,” Mikey said.
Yeah, let them believe that.
At least until I was willing to tell them about Jen.
“Sorry. I’ll talk to you guys later.”
Mikey laughed. “Whatever, man. It’s your vacation.”
“Okay. Bye.”
“Who was that?” she asked.
“A friend. I was supposed to go over and watch the game.” I set the phone on the nightstand and rolled to face her. “That was before I met you, though.”
“Don’t let me stop you if you have plans…”
I cupped her che
