He grabs the massive cheeseburger in one hand and takes a bite. “So what’s up, man?” My shoulders fall. “I’m in trouble.” He takes another bite, his eyebrow rising. “Like . . . legal trouble? Man, what did your dumbass do?” I laugh and grab a fry. Even though we’re at a Red Robin restaurant and not McDonald’s, I still think of Keanna when I eat French fries. “Okay first of all you can’t say shit about this, okay?” I point the fry at him as if it’s some kind of weapon I’ll use to whip his ass if he talks. He takes another bite of his burger. “Okay now I’m intrigued. I mean I was interested when I thought you wanted to use my dad’s lawyer services to bail you out of some kind of legal trouble but by the look on your face, this’ll be good.” “I’m serious, man. No telling anyone what I’m about to say.”
