Friday after work, Jack’s sister Shelley invited the two of them over for a cookout. She was a friend of Aiden’s from way back—hell, it’d been she who introduced them. Jack planned to ask her what she thought about the whole thing. Shelley was two years’ Jack’s senior, and as a woman, she’d have a different perspective on the Leslie situation. And she was related to him, so as he saw it, she had to take his side.
Leslie was simply being nice, Shelley would say. Aiden had nothing to worry about; he was getting all worked up over nothing. Maybe if he heard it in a different voice, he’d believe it. Shelley could talk some sense into Aiden, give him an insight into a woman’s mind. Surely she’d see the humor in the whole thing and laugh it off. If nothing else, she’d point out how long they’ve
