Chapter Thirteen
“You can almost tell he is an asshole just in this photo alone,” Marina remarks, looking at Sarah’s scrapbook.
Jon lets out a laugh and then tries to stifle it when he sees my look. “Come on, Jenny. He does look pretty cocky.”
“Of course he does,” I remark as I put down a cup of tea in front of Marina and a beer for Jon. “He was the local hero of their small town. I mean colleges wanted him to play for them. He had his whole future mapped out.”
“So, his knee blew out and now he is a conniving asshole,” Marina retorts dryly. “Got it.”
Jon takes a sip of his beer and looks at me. “You think he is seeing someone else?”
It is in the late evening and Marina, Jon and I are sprawled out across my living room. It was going to just be Marina and me, but Marina had told me it
