“Maybe I haven’t found anyone interesting enough.” I sipped my water. “This town doesn’t offer much.” The men around the table began to laugh and holler at my diss. I sat back, satisfied that they’d stop talking about me, when suddenly someone passed by the table, causing everyone to quiet down. “Do you know who that is?” Therese hunched over the table. “Who?” I looked around. “That’s the guy! The Sinister Minister’s kid,” she whisper-yelled. “He’s not really a kid.” Soleil cocked an eyebrow. “He’s hot as fuck.” “Thanks, babe.” Spencer reached for his beer.
