Ben flipped his phone over and over during the parade. He hadn’t been to an Independence Day parade in a long time. Last year, they’d been packing and gearing up to move from Oklahoma to Vermont. None of his brothers generally felt very patriotic, though their mother had made a new wreath every year for the Fourth.
As floats and police motorcycle troops went by, Ben’s blood seethed. Rae should be here. She said she’d meet him here. And all she’d texted was she wasn’t going to make it.
He’d wondered why for approximately two seconds. But he knew.
Work.
With Rae, it always came down to work.
Over the course of the last month, she’d clocked at least eighty hours at the rec center or Sports Complex, with Zack and Burke and dozens of other men. Ben had found a way to deal with his jealousy
