Of course, Clyde couldn't just stay in the condo and let Micah run wild without him. The longer he stayed behind, the more his chest tightened, the more his thoughts wandered dangerously. After pacing for a few minutes, he snapped.
"Come on. We're going," he said flatly.
"Damn!"
"Yes! Suckers! I won!"
"If you stayed one minute more! Ahh…"
Three voices answered at once. Clyde's grim look cut them off immediately. If looks could kill, the trio would have been ground to dust on the spot.
Mason, Dylon, and Lin Heye dropped their heads sheepishly and followed him silently.
Clyde dragged those three useless friends to the horse range.
When they arrived, Clyde's breath hitched.
