This was his third. He swore and shoved a chair until it overturned, scaring the customers nearby. Creed appeared out of nowhere, his face a thundercloud. “My office, now.” “Fuck off,” Duke spat. “You can either come yourself, or Pete and I will drag you there. If you want to be humiliated, be my guest.” “When the hell have I ever cared about being humiliated?” The two of them faced off, and Creed never blinked. Sighing and hitching his shoulders, Duke gave in. He didn’t want to serve and smile at air-headed women anyway. He followed Creed to his office and dropped into Creed’s chair behind his desk. For the first time, his cousin didn’t rag on him but leaned against the far wall and folded his arms over his chest. “What’s going on, Duke?” “Nothing.” “Don’t lie to me. You’ve been in a black mood for the last couple of days.
