Chapter 21

Trev pulled in first and hopped out of the Mustang before Jett could put his car into park. He came straight to Oscar’s door, the interior light illuminating the broad smile he wore when he pulled it open.

“I hope you brought enough to share, old man,” he said.

“Are you shitting me?” Oscar replied. “Since when do I share?”

Jett went for the duffel while Trev helped Oscar out and the two embraced in a fierce hug. It was heavier than it looked, but he shouldered it without a word, too aware that he was the third wheel here. When they made their slow amble up to the front door, he hung back, matching their pace, trying not to hear the jokes that only came from years of friendship.