“Lad, you’re still off your rocker if you think my country ass is walking through your thug-infested terrace at two o’clock in the morning.” Flopping down on my bed, Podge readjusted my pillow behind his head and made himself comfortable. “Nah, you’re stuck with me for the night, so you might as well get yourself reacquainted with the doghouse on the floor,” he offered, yawning. “Because I have a feeling
