I waited until my temper had sufficiently cooled before I went out and found Evan again. He sat in the living room, a forgotten beer on the table, sweating on the coaster beside him. His posture was rigid, anger set in every single line of his body.

So, he’d somehow fallen in love with Aspen. I’d watched their budding friendship for a while and wondered, but Evan was immune to almost everything, so I hadn’t worried too much.

I’d set aside my anger and looked at ...