Lara was the least delicate of the bunch, threatening my life if I married Shannon or accidentally got her pregnant. Mom was polite, but she apologized for forcing the family dinner so quickly. And Chuck… well, his response was ‘If it doesn’t work out, send her my way. She’s hot and I’m sure she can make a sandwich.’ He’s a classy dude, my brother. We didn’t go to the game either. I didn’t even get to watch it on television because Shannon wanted to go see some romantic comedy with that blonde chick from Grey’s Anatomy, whose last name looks like a vagina exercise. It was an excellent way to spend a Saturday. Right. Shannon left early on Sunday and I watched the game on DVR. But because I have a police scanner, I already knew who won. It wasn’t nearly as much fun watching, knowing State lost 63 to 54. And before I knew it, Monday arrived and I was pulling back into my parking space at the sheriff’s office—at the exact same time as the lieutenant. I muttered a few explicatives before getting out of my SUV.
