“The f**k?” said Dom aloud as he pulled into the driveway. He would have seen the car from the road if he’d been paying more attention, maybe he would have even kept on driving, gone back to Yolks on You until he had the courage to return. But he’d been entertaining himself replaying Chad’s expression over in his mind and had turned into the driveway before truly noticing the car.
He recognized it. It was his brother’s. He would have backed out right then and gone back to Yolks on You anyway except Devin was just turning around the side of the house, face pinched up against the cold, trying to pick his way through piles of snow. He looked up and saw Dom but didn’t wave.
“f**k,” said Dom again, as though that helped or changed anything. He was caught between feeling nervous and feeling pi
