Wes
“Okay, spill it.” Ryan faces me in the locker room after practice, hands crossed over his chest. It’s his menacing stance, although it doesn’t phase me in the least because mine is better.
“Spill what?”
“You said you’d fill us in over lunch, and you dodged us. One day, things are normal and the next, you’re getting a hot sister. What gives?” Carter punches my arm.
“Not just a sister, a hot as f**k sister,” Bennet elbows him. I know he’s right, but it still makes me cringe to hear him say it.
“Honestly, there isn’t much to tell. I mean it.” I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “Pop and Jen hit it off over the summer, it got serious, you know the rest.”
“Bullshit.” Will huffs. “We worked that job site with you, and we didn’t see any of that going on.”
“That’s because Pop is a pro
