“Jim Donovan called me today,” I announce, and my brothers go quiet. Davis’s face storms. “What’d he want?” “Pricks got some nerve,” Charlie mutters. “To offer me a job.” I tug a hand through my hair. “Wants me to be a commentator for the Renegades.” “You’d leave?” Charlie asks. Davis dips his chin. “If I took it, yeah.” I take a sip of my beer, ignoring the way it settles heavily in my stomach. “Y’all drive me bat-shit crazy, anyway.”
