Chapter 30: Stalking, Obsessing, and Making Moony Eyes

**Jax**

A few hours later, I sat inside a sports bar in Lake Placid with Trent, Colt, Isach, and Wyatt. The entire top of the table was filled with half eaten baskets of wings, fries, jalapeno poppers, and onion rings. For a bar, the food was decent. Not quite as good as I would've made, but I didn't want to gag, either. Several different basketball games played across a dozen TVs, though none of us were paying much attention.

Isach was too busy checking his phone while Colt and Wyatt were scoping the bar for women. Trent was content to just sit and sip his beer. As far as bachelor parties went, this one was lamer than Trent's, and I had no idea how that was even possible. We literally sat around drinking beer for Trent's bachelor party. Then we watched the goriest movie we could find on TV before going hunting. No strippers. No raucous jokes. No offers to disappear to another country. Boring. And tonight was on track to be even worse.