Harris’s laugh boomed, loud enough to turn heads—and not in the good way. Even Betty glanced over, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Irritated, I swatted his arm. “Dude, cut it out.”

He winced slightly, pulling back. Right, his arm was still healing—thanks to Ashton.

I couldn’t help but wonder. “Eye for an eye” was such a classic guy move, especially for someone like Harris. So I asked, “Ashton’s here today. Are you gonna go after him?”

Harris ...