After changing into nicer attire, they piled into Joe’s car, but Kris insisted on sitting in the back.
“Where are we going?” Karen asked.
“A small bar with live music. A friend of Chase’s is playing tonight.”
“You know Kris and me are only twenty, right?”
Actually he hadn’t been sure. “That’s okay. They card at the bar, but let in eighteen and upward. You just can’t drink. I just turned twenty-one, but I won’t be drinking since I’m driving.”
Joe glanced in the rear-view mirror and tried to get a peek at Kris. When he’d come down the stairs in a pale blue V-neck sweater that fit him like a glove, it had taken everything Joe had in him to keep from pulling him into his arms.
God, it was all so confusing. Why should it matter if Danny was getting married? Or if he’d cheated on Joe? They
