Chapter 23

“No offense, but my cancer don’t give two shits about ohms.”

“I meant to focus your music, but good on you for trying out alternatives.”

“Want me to run and get you anything?” Jett said. He felt helpless sitting there doing nothing. Frankly, if Dominic decided to light into him next, he wouldn’t blame him.

Trev straightened. “Why don’t we get coffees for everyone? Some caffeine might do us some good.”

“Certainly can’t hurt,” Oscar quipped.

“Can you make mine a green tea?” Malachi asked.

“Sure.”

Trev was stiff all the way out the store, not speaking until they were in the Mustang. “Now’s the time to ask me to take you back to the house,” he said. “It’s only going to get worse from here.”

Jett settled his hand on Trev’s knee and squeezed. The muscles were as tight as his demeanor. “It’s not that bad.”

“Are you kidding me? It’s a disaster. I can’t believe I ever thought this was a good idea.”