Chapter 37

“Damn,” Janie murmurs, giggling again. “Is he always like this?”

Paul smiles grimly. “You have no idea.” 14

Adam has decided he hates Lewis. He hates the smug way Lewis looks at him, as if he’s so much better than Adam will ever be. He hates the way Lewis dresses, fancy business clothes that look like they were left piled on the floor and never ironed before being worn. Or brown slacks paired with black blazers with blue dress shirts underneath them, as if the man dressed himself in the dark. And he wears those damn snakeskin boots of his with every outfit. Adam hates his hair, slicked back and greasy, with comb marks still in it. But most of all he hates that little strip of fuzz running down Lew’s chin. Does he really think that looks good?