Chapter 2

“Uh huh. Son…” George muted the television and trained thoughtful eyes on Michael. Though he was getting older, and had all the aches and pains to prove it, his mind was still as sharp as it had ever been. “Are you and Tre Griffin more than just friends?”

He nearly spit out the ginger ale he’d just sipped and stared at his father. “What? Why would you ask that?”

“Because the few times I’ve seen the two of you together since January, he watches you like he’s a quarterback and you’re a safety. And you barely know anything about the game, but I bet you could rattle off every single one of Griffin’s stats. Now, I’m a simple man and I know we haven’t always been…close…but it seems to me that something is going on there.”