Chapter 2
By the time Sunday rolled around two weeks later, Callum had wound himself up into knots and wanted to throttle his sister. Her words from the last game had haunted his thoughts every day. To think his own twin would worry about Callum hurting Jeremy—or any guy—bothered him.
Was that how his friends saw him? His family? As someone looking only for a good time and not caring how the other guy felt? Those thoughts had nagged at him, hovering at the edge of his consciousness. When his friends had invited him to go bar-hopping Friday night, he’d turned them down.
That’s what his life had become lately—working all week, partying on Friday nights, sometimes Saturdays, too. Volunteering for games—most of them on Sundays—had forced him to give up some of the Saturday nights out, thoug
