“Even if there were somewhere in this small town to party, you’d be at home alone anyway, wouldn’t you?” Harper teases, giving me a pat on the shoulder. She’s not wrong. “Goodnight, old man,” Collin says, slapping me on the back. “Better take some aspirin tonight so you don’t wake up with a sore back.” “Has this turned into a roast instead of a birthday party?” I ask.
