Chapter Four WestonJane leaves the party soon after we blew up at each other. I don’t even have to search or ask anyone to know; I can just tell she’s gone.
I wander around restlessly through the dense sea of laughing, chatting players. I don’t feel like eating or drinking anymore, but just to have something to do, I grab a fresh beer and go sit on the couch.
Suddenly, loud rock music blasts through the house. Someone must have found Colin’s stereo. One guy whistles loudly, and a chorus of others join in with hollers and whoops. The party turns more upbeat around me as I sit alone, nursing my beer and the bitter taste Jane left in my mouth.
A woman plops down beside me. “Hi, Wes,” she coos. “You having a good time?”
I glance at her. She doesn’t ring any bells. Young, maybe early twenti
