“The boys are on their way over.” I looked away from my phone and up at Jami, who had her lips around the edge of the wine glass, about to take a drink. She lowered the glass without drinking and frowned.
“All of them?”
“Apparently.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Jake just said they need to talk to me.”
“Hmmm.” Jami raised the glass again and took a sip, pondering this. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“You’re telling me.” I reached for the bottle of wine to refill my glass, then took a healthy drink. The booze stung my throat, but I ignored it and took another sip until I couldn’t taste it anymore.
“What do you think they’re going to say?”
“After today with Matt? Nothing good, I suppose. He probably stabbed me in the back again, and now maybe they’re all done with me. I burned my bridges, and t
