Chapter 27

• As I watched him take three equally big swallows of the strong brown liquor, I resigned myself to the very real possibility of a long night of drunken, half-naked young men splashing around in my pool. And probably an early morning visit from the cops when my neighbors got fed up with all of the noise. Just like old times.
• “Okay, I can see this is about to go sideways,” I said. “Take it outside on the porch. And try to keep it down, okay? You know how Mr. Brothers likes to ruin a good time.”
• “Yes, ma’am,” Jared said, smacking a kiss on my temple. “Can we grab a couple more bottles of this?”