Chapter 35

“Come on, Fred. Let’s go to my truck. I need to put a shirt on. Spilled coke all over me right as I turned into the park.” He gestured at his bare chest. Not a fashion statement, then?

Justin led him over to a large, black Ram truck with a yellow motorbike strapped to the truck bed. Fred’s pulse sped up. Was that Zen’s bike? It had to be.

“Oh no,” Justin groaned.

“What?” Fred looked away from the bike.

“That fucking cocksucker Jayden just arrived.”

Fred turned around as Jayden parked a rusty, dark blue car next to their rusty, red one.

“You don’t like Jayden?”

“You do?” Justin widened his eyes and looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.

“Well…no, but I mean…I don’t know…erm…” Damn. He swallowed hard and fought the blush wanting to color his face.

“No need to be polite. The man’s an idiot, and he hates me.”

“Zen thinks he likes you.”

Justin snorted. “He hates me, but the feeling is mutual, so it’s all good.”

“Why?”