CHAPTER 3
DAMON
I’m half tempted to call Cavanaugh right now and tell him his girl wonder is down here at Peepers, but he said he might head up to the rooftop after he went grocery shopping. I think an in-person run-in between him and Bryce would be best. At least for me to laugh my ass off.
“Let’s go to the rooftop,” I say, pushing back from the table.
“Yeah, the game is about to start,” Elle says.
“I’m watching the Reds,” Coop complains because he’s from some rural town in Missouri and grew up loving the Reds.
“They’re losing.” Elle pats his shoulder. “Come on.”
He reluctantly stands because the hope of them coming back is slim. We head up the stairs to the rooftop access. Since we live here, we have six permanent seats for every game, then Ruby sells the rest of them to the publi
