Chapter 51

“I’m saying mind your own business,” I said. “And so what if I am? Jason even said, sometimes the ex-jock look is hot.”

“Todd, I’m not saying I’d never get with a football jock.” Bobby clarified. “Lord knows Neal has gone up a waist size or two in the time we’ve been together”—a reference to his long-suffering husband—”but this kid looks like a football jock that let himself go soft, then ate another football jock who’d let himself go soft.”

I was still laughing at this description when we got to the car.

“What now?” Jason asked, eyes narrowed. Chris concentrated on looking like he wouldn’t have asked the same question if only he’d known the assembled for longer than two minutes.

“Bobby’s an idiot, is all.” I said, obviously not at liberty to repeat the crack.

“That’s not funny,” Jason scolded me. “Imagine how he must struggle with that every day.”

Laughter from everyone but Bobby as we slid the cooler back into the trunk and Jason shoved the bag of bats into the backseat.