I watch him as he strolls up to the front door and fumbles with his key, waiting for Max to slide into the now vacated passenger seat. Once he’s belted in and Nate is safely inside, I back out of the driveway. Immediately, Max turns to me. The car is dim enough that I can’t really see his expression, but I know him well enough that it doesn’t matter. “So,” he starts, and then pauses to see if I’ll fill in any of those blanks. “So.” “How do you know Nate?” “Same way you know Luke. We just met.”
