Chapter Twenty-Eight
OWEN
Present Day - Stockton & Penny's Wedding
"Owen can't remember s**t about that night. But I can." Mac chuckles, looking at our group. "Raise your hand if you were three sheets into Tuesday that night?"
Danny coughs. "Uh, which night was that?"
"One of the only nights I've ever seen you wasted since college," Mac says pointedly. "No takers? How about counting back nine months from Polly's birth? This isn't rocket science, friends."
"Y'all," Jackson says after a full thirty-seconds of us staring at each other. "Are ya checkin' asses and scratchin' watches, here?"
He looks us all in the eye. "Do we, or do we not, own a baseball team? And did we, or did we not, throw an impromptu celebration at the now defunct, may she rest in peace, Whiskey Den the night that w
