Hopeless

“Take Cade with you,” Willa whispers as loudly as possible to Rhett from across the table while bouncing a baby on her lap. “A tag team situation. And I’ll watch. Or referee. Whatever you call it, I don’t care. It’s hot when he gets mad, so I’m all in on this idea.”

I wish I were a cow.

Rhett laughs. “No chance. You’ll kick my ass with your James Bond shit. I’m wild, not stupid.”

“I believe the text message I received mentioned her GI Joe brother-in-law and his jailbait fiancée.”

“If you want someone to eye-fuck, I’m right here.”

“Don’t laugh. It’s diagnosable.

Beau: So, anything you want to tell me, old man? About you? Your life? Any news to share? Harvey: Nope. Not a thing. Mind your business. Beau: Chicken.

“Yes! Get out!” My voice is loud and strong and brimming with years of frustration. My hand doesn’t even shake as I point at the door. “Go to jail. Go to hell. Go dig a hole six feet deep and stay there. I don’t fucking care. But go away. Far, far away from me and my life. I am done!” I can feel every goddamn eye in the place on me. Like people are

I glance over at Cade. “Sorry, man, this is my two weeks’ notice.” He just grunts. “That’s fine. You’re the worst employee I’ve ever had.”