“You do realize that I hate you, right?” the man that hadn’t stopped bitching since Devin dragged him out of his office said.
“You realize that I don’t care, right?” Devin asked his wife’s best friend as he glanced around the large parking lot, making sure that none of his cousins or uncles were around before he reached for the car door.
“Are you going to tell me why we had to take my car?” Ben asked, sighing heavily as he reluctantly climbed out.
“Because I couldn’t take my truck,” Devin murmured absently as he looked back and…
He just couldn’t help but shake the feeling that this was a trap.