Inside Pete's home, the living room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
He hadn't tried to hide the phone call he'd made to Nicola from the others. He'd fully believed that if he deigned to offer her an out, she'd meekly move back home this very afternoon. He'd even ordered grocery delivery for the meal.
These past few days, he'd been drinking nonstop out and about, and his stomach was killing him. He craved the homemade chicken noodle soup she always cooked for him.
But the call had gone nothing like he'd expected.
He had no clue when she had even started seeing someone new.
Pete's face was so dark with rage it looked downright terrifying.
"C'mon, man, don't work yourself up," his good friend, Xander, stammered awkwardly, trying to calm him down. "Everyone knows how much Nic car
