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I snicker at his re a sip It drips s all the way down

“I invited her out tonight,” Cash says over the Luke Bryan nuh the overhead speakers

“Why would you do a thing like that?”

Typical Cash, always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong He can’t gosome kind of reaction out of someone

“Just seee,” he says with a casual shrug, despite the fact that he knows da “You run into each other, then you’re talking, then you’re not, then she shows up at our house for Sunday supper, then you’re spending all that tiain”

“Not sure where you’re going with this” I take another sip and scan the front door, where a group of woht of them, I count None of them are her

I toss back the rest of my drink in one s

“Jesus,” Cash says He knows it’s not my style I usually sip and savor and show myself out I’o, Wy Drink up It’s on the house You need it”

He pours me another double

“No, no” I wave hilass is half-full

“Don’t waste that or I’ll h he and I both know he can’t make me do shit

I’ve got three inches in height and about twenty-five pounds of muscle on him, and I know all of his weak spots—physical and otherwise

“Bottoms up,” Cash says

“I have to drive”

Cash shakes his head “I’ll take you hoot you”

As obnoxious as he can be, every once in a while he makes up for it

Sipping the fresh pour, I settle intoto the beat of the blasting country song, and eht

I think of Blaire and all the characters she always said she wanted to play She loved stepping into soh their eyes for a change It was an exhilarating escape unlike anything else, she’d tell me I tend to think that at the end of the day,some kind of character version of their true selves But when it was just the two of us, Blaire was always herself