Chase
AFTER DROPPING MACKENZIE off at home, I pulled my cell phone out and saw there was a message from Gus. He’d called me when we’d been in the boathouse, which was why I hadn’t answered.
“We need to talk,” Gus said, his tone tight on the voicemail. “Call me as soon as you get this.”
It was obvious he was pissed. I wondered if he’d heard about the party. News and gossip traveled fast. I called him, and sure enough, he confirmed my suspicions.
“You f*****g owe my money,” he said. “You were supposed to stay the f**k away from her and I heard you actually gave her a ride home.”
“Yeah. I know. I’ll pay up.”
There was a long pause. “You’re giving in that easily?”
“Yeah.”
He laughed harshly. “I bet you even f****d her, didn’t you?”
“No.”
“Right.”
“I didn’t. Not that it’s any of your
