Chapter 28

Chris’s POV

I stormed down the cracked sidewalk, Jake's car peeling away behind me. "A woman boxer?" I spun on my heel; jaw clenched. "Why didn't you just say that, Jake?"

He leaned out the window with that insufferable smirk. "Where's the fun in that, writer boy?" He mimicked Megan making my cheek blush.

"This isn't a game!" I snapped. "You made me look like an idiot in there."

Jake's smile only widened. "Relax, she ate it up. Megan loves throwing people off-balance." He winked. "Consider it an initiation." He smirked. "She loved you!" He winked.

The car roared off before I could protest further. I growled under my breath, fists balling as I watched his taillights disappear around the corner. "Some friend you are..."

***

I slammed the apartment door, tossing my jacket onto the crooked coat rack. "A woman boxer..." I shook my head, dropping onto the sagging futon with a huff.

Interesting.

Running a hand through m