Chapter 3
Bo
I’m the only one in the shop Saturday morning because Uncle Greg decided he’s taking weekends off now, and Winslow is still sleeping off last night.
I’m guessing he sold the stolen Porsche because he was waving cash around yesterday, making a big deal out of buying the weekly groceries for our mom and asking what bills she needed paying off. I heard him making plans with his friend, Ben, to hit the Phoenix nightclubs last night, and he stumbled in at dawn this morning reeking of alcohol.
Cole’s not in yet, I’m guessing he’s j*********f while looking in his next door neighbor’s window to keep himself from busting down her door.
Fates know, I’m feeling the full moon.
I couldn’t sleep at all last night, and my balls were blue over another certain human.
Wilde and Austin lo
