Eyewitnesses say the mood was “intense but quiet.”
So far, no comments from the Calloway or Penngrove camps, and Genevieve’s whereabouts earlier that evening remain unconfirmed.
It’s possible it was just a friendly walk, but Lance Calloway historically isn’t known for friend zoning.
Does Art have something to worry about? And what would the mayor think of Genevieve two-timing his son?
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Chapter 11
Lance
Dante’s restaurant is loud tonight.
Not loud in the way a hole-in-the-wall tavern is, but the smooth white linen tablecloths and fake flickering candles can’t pay enough for my family to shut the fuck up for three seconds.
Dante’s is owned by my brother Paxton, though, so there isn’t much we could do to get thrown out.
Perks of being the family dynasty in town, I guess.
There’s a clatter of plates from the kitchen, a shout of “hands!” from the back, and across from me my brother Alex is holding court, midway through explaining how the lead in his play is so bad, he’s considering quitting acting entirely in favor of a higher artistic calling.
“What calling?” Roman asks, his tattoos flexing as he drapes an arm around the back of Juliette’s chair and plays with her long black hair.
“Something soulful, Roman. Something with depth.”
“Try a job that pays,” Felicity says.
Felicity, Juliette’s best friend, is perched beside Alex, herblond strands wrapped around her finger like she’s sweet as candy, even though I’ve seen her verbally dismantle grown men in under five words.
“I’ve heard you prefer the struggling artist types, Fee.” Alex leans in, pursing his lips. “Kiss me if I’m right.”
She shoves his face away, but she’s smiling. “If you have to ask for a kiss, then you haven’t earned it.”
“What would earn it?”
“A working knowledge of warp core mechanics,” she says.
Alex blinks. “I’m a lover of philosophy, Fee, which means I can learn to love anything you want, including random words you just strung together.”
“Ew, Alex, quit trying to steal my best friend. She’smine, not yours,” Juliette says, throwing a straw at him.
“She’s right,” Felicity adds. “Although… I need someone to hang out with who doesn’t suck face with a tattooed graffiti artist turned corporate overlord every other second, so Alex is kind of winning. No offense.”
Juliette scoffs but turns and smacks her lips to Roman’s anyway.
Roman grins against her mouth. “We could leave and she could domorethan suck my face.”
“See,thisis what I deal with,” Alex says. “No one appreciates me.”
“Get a real job and maybe that’ll change,” Felicity offers.
“I’ve considered teaching, actually.”
A laugh pours out of me, and every head snaps my way.
“What?” I ask.
