Chapter 11: A Bulbous Bottom
“Christopher is going to try and hurt Brayden,” I repeated to Ging, who was sunbathing on my back patio in nothing more than a pair of ruby red-colored trunks. I stayed in the shade, protecting myself from another bout of sunstroke, sipping a non-alcoholic iced tea.
“That guy is never going to go away, is he?”
“I’m afraid not.” I sat in a patio chair and took the day in. The sun was blazing hot and the humidity was thick. I believed the temperature was a scalding ninety-seven degrees and had no intention of lowering anytime soon. Instead, the breeze was dense with a hot wetness and I felt damp, uncomfortable, and not at all pleased that Mother Nature was being a b***h.
“Someone needs to send him packing out of Florida. Why’s he have to live around here when
