“Gotta head out. Some shit to take care of before the big family dinner tonight celebrating Way’s first day and Naomi’s parents coming to town.” “I hate you,” Nash said. But there was no real heat to his words. “Let this be a lesson to you, little brother. You gotta make your moves faster or else someone else’ll make ’em for you.” I started for the door. “Tell Way to let me know if anyone at school messes with her,” Nash called. “Will do.” “Tell Naomi she’s welcome to swing by any time.” “Not happening.”
