Justin

Cory sets a pitcher of beer on our table near the pool tables at Decoy Ducks. “Great game,” he announces. His eyes land on me seated beside Ricky. “Hell of a lot better than I anticipated.”

It’s Ricky who speaks up. “You’re all whispering like old ladies at a church social.”

The entire table around me laughs. I know my teammates have been whispering about Devan and me.

Ricky refills glasses around ...