Gavin: Look, I’m sitting at The Wet Whistle with Megan. She’s pissy, and it’s pushing me over the edge. Plus, she’s bought a plane ticket to go home tonight—and I don’t mean home as in your house. You better fix this.
Me: She’s going back to Texas?
Gavin: Yup. And she wants me to take her to pick up her rental car.
Holy shit.
I don’t know why I felt I had more time to get my shit together, but I was wrong.
My heart pounds.
Me: You’re at The Wet Whistle?
Gavin: Yes. Come. Save me.
Gavin: She won’t shut up.
Gavin: Also, she’s mean, and I’m scared of her.
Gavin: Also, bring your wallet because you should have to pay for this.
Me: Just … stay there.
Gavin:
My chest rises and falls. My hands tremble.
“All men set me up for failure. That’s why I’m thirty years old, alone, and childless.”
My lips twitch.
“Are you saying you have a crush on me, Mr. Marshall?”
I chuckle.No. I’m saying I love you.
“Ken?”
“Yeah?”
“I need your help.”
“If I help you, do I get ungrounded?”
This kid.
I open the truck door. “No, but you might get Megan to stay forever.”
“Deal!”
CHAPTER 35
Megan
“The longer I sit here,the madder I get at your brother,” I tell Gavin.
Gavin holds his head in his hands.
“You’re not very supportive.” I sip my Sprite. “You’re a disappointing best friend. Calista is so much better at this than you.”
