“Stevie didn’t invite me. It was Charlie. I’ll be attending with her and the triplets.” Max faced him, three pairs of bright yellow panties in her hand. “Wait . . . Charlie’s coming? To the playoff game?” “Yes. Then she said you, your teammates, and Charlie would be going off to kill a bunch of people after the game.” Max’s eyes widened and she might have stopped breathing. “Charlie told you that?”
