Chapter 45

Greg jerked his thumb toward the kitchen. “Couple of kegs in there,” he replied. Then he looked at Donny with large, childlike eyes and whispered loudly, “Stay with me, okay? I don’t know half this crowd. You’ll stay with me, right?” Before Donny could reply, Greg slipped his arm into Donny’s.

“Sure,” Donny replied. He really needed that beer. Now.

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