Closing my eyes, I try to temper my anger. “Doing okay?” “Not exactly.” Daniel eyes me as he takes another drink from his beer. “Do some squats. They always calm me down.” “Squats?” “Don’t diss it until you try it.” It’s annoying, but I stand up and do what he says out of spite. My breathing calms. Damn it. He’s right. Daniel laughs. “See? A firmer butt solves all sorts of shit.”
