way. Phones are out. Hands are slapped to mouths. People are rushing in from the pool outside in search of the scandal. I wouldn’t doubt if every single eye in Spruce, Texas is going to have paid witness to the sight of Chad Landry cockily strutting through the room at his high school reunion after-party wearing nothing but a skimpy hot pink jockstrap. Chad’s eyes found me long ago. And he’s watching me every step of the way. I swallow hard. I didn’t actually ever consider he would go through with it, even earlier today when I was
