“Babysitter,” Barry said with a grin. “I figured it was only fair that if the girls were getting sloppy drunk, we could too.”

“I’m not going to talk shit about Lisa,” Mason warned and the other four laughed.

“We’re not here to talk about her,” Declan said. “We’re here to tell you what a dipshit you are for letting her go. We are all Team Lisa.”

His four friends, the four men in his life who had stood by him through some of his darkest days raised a beer and chanted ‘Team Lisa.’

“Thanks for all the fucking support. You can go now, shitheads.”

They laughed.

“Not until you tell...