“Since you decided not to come to me before flushing your sobriety down the toilet!” Shawn shouts. I freeze as all thoughts of Waylon momentarily retreat to the background. ’Cause damn. I don’t think I’ve ever heard the guy yell before. Scratch that—I know I haven’t. Next to me, Jeremy whistles under his breath. “Ouch.” Something tells me he’s getting way, way too much enjoyment out of this.
