JJ
The clubhouse was loud enough that I almost missed the first few notes.
Saturday night had turned into one of those nights nobody officially planned, yet half the club ended up in the same room anyway. Millie sat at a table with Charlie and Hannah, decorating something with markers that had already migrated onto Charlie’s hand. Jarek was playing pool with Stone. Sable perched on the edge of the table heckling both of them while Marcus insisted he was staying neutral and immediately told Jarek his shot sucked.
I leaned against the bar beside Benny, watching the room move around us. He had stolen the bowl of pretzels from in front of Smitty ten minutes earlier and was pretending not to notice Smitty staring at him from across the room.
“You know those aren’t yours.”
“They were unatte
