“Believe me, they’ll screw you over faster than you can count to three, Rivey,” he pleads, clenching his teeth. I nod my head, looking at them through the tall window. They stare over this way. Asher’s mouth flaps a few times, and the others stare, waiting in the car, inspecting everything we do with a keen eye. “Yeah? Just like you, Van?” I hum, leaning my elbow on the counter. “Yeah, Riv,” he sighs, running a hand down his face. “Just like that, trust me on this.”
