d to life. My friends, my clueless but loyal frat

Mark asked from the passenger seat.

beat you," Chad added from the back

s fixed on the road. "It' s

passenger-side window. It was Jennifer, her sweet-girl ma

doing?" she shrieked. "Are you trying to

ook at her. I ju

door of his own sedan nearby. "Mrs. Smith seems to have forgotten that

ears and had silently watched Jennifer treat him an

t it was locked. "Ethan! You can' t just leave me her

tely blank. "Those aren' t your things, Jennifer. Th

ck text to the building manager of my penthouse. Have Jennifer Smith' s belong

"Take my friends back to the fraternity h

and screaming in the middle of the parking lot. The sight of her in my rearview mirr

niversity gym. I knew exa

weat and cheap body spray. I heard his voic

an was laughing, all traces of his limp miraculously gone as he paced bac

"So what now? Is th

finger. She' ll cry a little, tell him she was confused, and he' ll come crawling back. By next week, I' ll have that appointment with the top

from behind a

ing plan, Ryan," I

ce went pale. He instincti

whole team for physical therapy? That sounds expensive. What else is on the list? A new

right in f

me." I leaned in close. "She' s all yours, buddy. But yo

d panicked in the middle of his friends. The first