“I gathered as much.” A.J. set his back to the side of his truck and folded his arms. They’d been best friends for as long as Jesse could remember, but would that friendship come to a crashing end tonight? “This have anything to do with Ella and Paris?” Jesse stood before him, leaving enough space between them so that if A.J. came at him swinging, he’d have a chance to duck. Or maybe I let him hit me?
