Ian

Stretched out on Rick's couch after an insane attempt to go golfing, I stewed. The outing hadn't been the distraction I'd been hoping for. "Have you talked to Summer this week? Did she tell you what that asshat Peter said?"

Rick eyed me as if to say, finally you start talking. "Peter from the hobby store? The guy who's crushed on her since third grade? No. But it must be interesting if you're mentioning it."

I looked over at him, irritation making my temples ...