“What’s going on?”
“How the hell should I know?” Trevor asked, not bothering to look away from the game as Jason sat down on the couch next to him.
“Because it was your wife who called this meeting,” Jason said, handing him a beer.
“What meeting?” he absently asked, shaking his head in disgust at the lame plays they got away with in the NFL.
“Your wife called a family meeting,” Uncle Jared said as he walked past them, stealing his son’s beer as he went to claim the spot on the other side of him.
“Greedy bastard,” Jason grumbled, getting up to get more beer. Not that Trevor cared as long as everyone left him alone so that he could enjoy his first kid-free game in years.