Crew

“Wha—what?!” I surged to my feet.

Jordan’s neck was getting red. He clenched his jaw, stiffening. “It’s not like that. It wasn’t like that, Bren.”

Z shot his hand in the air, still grinning. “I always wanted to make out with you, B.”

want to die,” I cried.

“Jordan, you might’ve just saved all you guys, and my sister. Thank you.”

“I did? I mean, hell yeah!” Jordan paused a second. “How’d I do that?”

Zellman chose now to make his entrance. He literally jumped into the seat beside Moose, leapfrogging over the back of the chair as he clamped a hand around Moose’s bicep. “I think this is as big as my head. What’s your secret?” Z’s grin was lopsided. “Vegan organic egg whites for every single meal of your life and for a midnight snack?”

Z didn’t care.

A small partition blocked off that section from the rest of the place, but he hopped right over it and came around their table, ignoring everyone else as he dropped into Taz’s empty seat. He draped his arm around Sunday’s shoulders and

“Who are you? What have you done with my best friend?”