Chapter 5

Carlo flopped onto his back and sighed. “I thought I’d never get out of that armor.”

“Me either,” Jeff said, rolling onto his stomach. He rested his head on his folded arms and closed his eyes. “I’m gonna sleep here. Wake me up when the temperature doesn’t go above eighty by midday.”

“Nope,” Hal said, nudging Jeff with his foot. “Right now we’re gonna go get drinks, enjoy the night, and then tomorrow we’ll get up and pretend to kill each other with big sticks again, just like we will every weekend for the next three months.”

Carlo hauled himself to his feet. “I am okay with the drinking part, but I will only be okay with the other parts if I can do them in a T-shirt.”