“Hey,” I say. The edge of seriousness in my tone must be evident, because Fletch freezes halfway to reaching for his beer, and Demarius looks up from his phone. “I don’t know what things were like around here before me, but on my team, we respect women.” Darryl opens his mouth. I put up my hand to stop whatever stupid shit he’s going to say next. “Even if she’s your ex and you think she did you wrong.” I look him right in the eyes. “You got that?”
