Fun of a Lifetime
He’d rather make a pass—“Yeah. I am. It’s… well, it’s a long story. Can’t make it.”
“Does this have something to do with a woman? There are only two reasons a guy is going to pass up fifty-yard line seats, and you aren’t dead.”
If she bent over in front of that window one more time, he just might be.
“Look, Drew, I gotta go. Call Randalls. He’s always good for a night out.”
“All right, but don’t give me shit for not asking you.
You were first on my list, Lo.”
“Appreciate that.” Even if he didn’t believe it. He, Drew, and four other guys had been friends since the first project that had made them their money and repu-tations; someone was always available to catch a game or a bite with.
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