Page 42 of Wright Kind of Trouble

Jordan remained impassive. “And?”

“And…he’s probably a wreck.”

“Should I repeat myself?”

Annie smacked him on the chest. “Don’t be a dick.”

Jordan smirked. “Oh, this is me being reasonable.”

“Why are they getting a divorce?” I cut in before they could devolve into a gooey, romantic mess.

Annie turned to me and sighed. “I’m not sure. I’d guess because Arnold is a cheating bastard. Charlotte is way too good for him. I can’t believe she waited this long to pull the plug.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Tell me about it!” Annie said. “Not that Jor cares, but I’m worried about Chase.”

“He’s an adult,” Jordan said. “He’s probably fine.”

“Yeah, but he isn’t returning my texts or calls. I even texted Ashleigh.” She grimaced, checking to make sure Julian was out of earshot. “She, of course, had a million things to say about it, but said she hadn’t heard from her brother either. So, he must be really beat up about it. He was always so close to his mom.”

“That’s awful.” I frowned.

I understood that fear. I was that close with my mom, too, and I’d been there through all the worst of the stuff with Owen. I didn’t know how I would have survived it all alone. I’d had West and Whitt there for so much of it and my friends from high school.

Doing it all alone would be…tough.

“I just wish he’d let someone in, you know?” Annie said with a shrug. “It used to be me, but now, I’m married to this lug.” She punched Jordan again playfully. “And oil and water don’t mix.”

Jordan shrugged unapologetically. “The Sinclairs dug their own grave.”

Julian leaned his way into the conversation. “I heard y’all talking about the Sinclairs. I would like to add my distrust and distaste for them as well.”

“We know,” Jordan said, shoving him off.

Julian laughed, bumping into Hollin.

“Those fuckers tried to ruin the winery,” Hollin said. “Let ’em burn.”

Hollin’s girlfriend, Piper, shrugged. “Tried to steal my winery out from under me. I second the sentiment.”

“Eve,” Hollin said, gesturing to Whitt’s girlfriend. “Sinclairs, yes or no?”

She wrinkled her nose and gave a thumbs-down.

I swallowed back all the Sinclair hatred. It shouldn’t have felt personal. It had nothing to do with me. And yet I felt personally offended for Chase.

“Maybe,” Annie said with a sigh. “Still wish I could help.”

“I know that feeling,” I said.

Annie gave me a thankful look as the rest of our friends and family went on about their Sinclair hatred. Annie and I were in agreement even if she had no idea why I was on her side here.

“Pizza?” Blaire called out to the crowd of players.

“Yes,” Annie said as she jogged over to her friend.

I watched her go along with a chorus of people saying yes. It was a tradition to go out to Capital Pizza after the game, but suddenly, my stomach felt all twisted.

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