Chapter 4

“Okay, I’m kidding. How about Kimberly? Kimberly, Trey, hmm?”

Now he’s talking. Kimberly with her lovely curves, her pretty mouth and eyes…

Wait. Why is Kimberly morphing into a particular someone with green eyes and luscious lips?

“Trey, you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Okay, I’m going.”

Trey can imagine Brent pumping a fist in the air.

“Great! Pick you up in ten.”

Sighing, Trey returns the phone to its cradle. He can’t say no to Brent. The man might not know the truth about Trey but his nose can smell something off kilter, even if it is buried deep.

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This ain’t so bad. Jesse pats his laden backpack. He stretches himself on the bench and lowers his head onto the bag, grimacing at the bumps pressing against his head and neck. Awesome. He is going to have major cricks and headaches come morning. That is if he’s not suffering from early signs of pneumonia.