CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Cory scanned the road for Dean Tarrant's car as he drove over to Xander's, but he hadn't a clue what the kid drove, so he may well have driven past him. He wanted to punch the jerk—he'd have grown up knowing that he was protected by his father. The i***t was all but untouchable.
He was still fuming with Bianca, too; is this what parenting a teenage Zach would be like, he wondered?
Cory didn't want to be wound up when he spoke to Xander; it wouldn't help. He took a couple of minutes to do some deep breathing before he walked up to the door. If it worked for the yoga gurus, why not for him?
The door knocker felt like it had rusted even more since their last visit. It would have been easier to use his fist. Xander opened up immediately, looking terrified, and checked th
