Jason Davenport

I watched Ashley share "juicy gossip" with Dad from across the table. She had returned two days ago and since then had proceeded to bore us out of our minds with unwanted info.

I still wasn't talking to dad. I was still bitter about the last time. It'd be an embarrassment if I had to tell the boys I couldn't afford to pay for drinks this weekend. They'd probably make fun of me and wouldn't let me forget it for the rest of my life.

I frowned, downing my cup of hot chocolate. I resisted the urge to scream as the very hot liquid burned my tongue. In...