He braces his palms on the sofa armrest and grits his teeth. “Get up. Shower. Shave. Put on something that doesn’t have an elastic waistband, and meet me in my car in twenty minutes.” “Can’t.” “Why not?” “Kim’s about to confront Kyle about stealing her goddamn house.” Beside me, Rory nods in approval. “We’ve been waiting all season for this.”
