Chapter 6
Cujo jerked his controller and shot Caleb’s avatar.
“f**k!” Caleb said under his breath.
“Dude, you are rusty.” Cujo laughed and clapped his hand hard on Caleb’s shoulder.
“I know, I know.” Caleb shook his head. “It’s late and I’m done. Notice Sebastian didn’t come back out to hang with us, and Tristan’s disappeared, too?”
“Guess it’s safe to assume they hate this video game.”
Caleb snorted as he put both their controllers away. “Only Olivia likes playing. I’ve never seen Tristan once seem interested, and Sebastian? He hates Black Ops.”
Cujo stood and stretched, then collected the long-necked beer bottles he’d emptied in the last hour. Caleb grabbed his own empty hard lemonades as they walked toward the kitchen and placed the bottles in the recycling bin.
“Night.” Caleb y
