Wild
“Come to the clubhouse for dinner," Liam tells me as he walks by right before the end of the day. The way he says the words, I know they aren't a request, it's an order.
“What time should I be there?"
“Six-thirty." He glances at the cell phone in his hand. “Tyler and I will be grilling, especially since we went from an ice storm right into spring." He gestures to the seventy-degree evening we've got going on.
“Do I need to bring anything?" I hope not, since the extent of my skills is picking up something at Walmart.
“Just yourself. We'll see ya there."
All of a sudden, the bay doors start closing and there's loud chattering amongst the guys. Nobody ever told me what quitting time is, so I raise an eyebrow at Liam.
“Time to go, you did good today."
I don't really want the pr
