Before he leaves, he draws the TV out and powers-on the game with a remote. Then he sheds his jacket, handing it to me. The brothers share a glare-off. I’m wondering if I should take the jacket or not. Is that like siding with the Meadows? I only wanna be on Team Hale. I shake my head at Ryke. “Nah, I like the cold. Keeps my brain all frosty and my dick limp.” Lo waves the spatula at me like I’ve made my point. Ryke shoves the jacket in my chest. “Just fucking have it.” As he leaves, I feel bad I didn’t thank him. Could’ve really kissed his toes for putting on the game out here. I
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