Novy turns the music back on. The speaker is tucked in his backpack at his feet. Under the beat of Eminem, he looks out the window and snorts. “Puppy…totally fits.” Puffing out my chest, I lean between the seats. “Back when Novy and Pop were first sneaking around, I caught him double-teaming her with Morrow in Sully’s guest room.” Sully spins around, glaring between the guys. “Dudes. Seriously?”
