Chapter 33: Lyon

“Hey, Pothead, a minute of your time.” I caught him bright and early the next morning when he, Cyrus, and Drake were on their way to the beach for a run. Everyone else is in work mode, but these three are on some kind of holiday. Don’t get me started on Elena and her sh*t . I refused to look at him since he’d foregone a shirt and was wearing shorts more suited to a man half his age. But since I wasn’t here to rip him a new one for being an embarrassment, something I’ve had to live with my whole f*cking life, I let that sh*t slide.