When I put the key in the doorknob and turned around, he was standing outside his car, watching me.
My stomach flipped, but I pushed the feeling away.
He was being polite.
Nothing more.
This man could never be more than my nemesis.
thirteen
. . .
Bridger
Easton
Bridger, something you want to tell us, brother?
Sure. You text too much. You talk too much. You share too much.
Rafe
I think he’s referring to something else.
Clark
Oh, he’s definitely referring to something else. I just heard all about it this morning.
Axel
Do tell.
Archer
I don’t have time for games. Melody has an art class this morning, and I lost some time sitting on the fancy toilet that Bridger sent over.
Easton
Bridger finally apologized, and the girls are back to playing pickleball.
This required a text?
Clark
I believe it did. This big news made it to the city this morning. I just heard about it.
Rafe
Fuck, yeah. When was the last time you apologized to anyone.
I apologize to mom all the time.
Axel
She doesn’t count. You have a soft spot for her. Last time you apologized to anyone else.
Easton