“Let me try that again. We are going to the grove. Meaning so are you.” “Right.” “Damn right.” He flings an arm over my shoulder. “Okay, I’ll bite.” I shift my grin to Royce while shrugging his arm off. “What the hell is ‘the grove?’” “Circle of cabins surrounding a man-made lake ‘bout three hours north. Tons of sex, lotta alcohol, and more fun.” “Sounds like a blast.” “Fuck yeah it is. We go several times a year, party, get fucked up. It’s a three-day weekend. Tradition.”
