Chapter 3Denny’s was packed, the waitlist half an hour for a table. Jett put his name down, party of three, first available. Rather than run with his tail tucked between his legs to get loaded at the hotel like Tatum suggested on the short drive around the corner, he’d remain hopeful Trev would actually show.
They stood crammed into a corner by the entrance, wedged between a group of teenagers arguing over some band he’d never heard of and a pair of twenty-somethings who looked like they’d rather eat each other’s faces than the Grand Slam special. Jett wrapped his arm around Tatum to keep her from getting elbowed by the loudest, skinniest boy amongst the kids—for the kid’s safety more than hers, Jett knew she’d probably go off if one of them touched her—and leaned his head against the gla
