“Woo hoo!”
“The man of the hour!”
“f*****g fantastic!”
Billy knew by the screams and cheers coming from the front entrance of the bar that Mitch Crestfield had arrived. His gut clenched in that familiar way it did whenever Mitch was near. As it had been doing for a good six or so years now.
“I’m going up there.” His brother, Andy, and Mitch’s best friend since grade school got up from the table. “You coming?”
“No, he’ll make his way here eventually. I don’t want to seem like a groupie.” Any more than normal, he silently added.
“Suit yourself.”
He watched his big, muscular older brother go off to greet the hero. What else was new? Some people had a perfect life. Back in high school when Billy had been a nerdy freshman, in his junior year, Mitch had been named quarterback for the scho
