“Man, that calamari was really good. What did you think, Tweetie?” Decker tries to change the subject. Tweetie’s narrowed gaze doesn’t veer away from mine. “Like I said, keeping tabs on me?” “I don’t have to. I hear the rumors. Your extracurricular activities are talked about more than your slap shot.” Rowan chokes on his bread, and Kyleigh asks if he’s okay as he reaches for his water glass.
