Chapter 75

Chris bounded into his house with only one goal in mind. Winning. Consumed with thoughts of the woman he'd met, he whipped up a quote, then worked the numbers, massaging them into something only an idiot could refuse. Given Jack's mental deficiencies, he then worked it some more, just to be sure.

Intent on his task, he ignored the pokes from his brother Stu, cajoling him to come outside and toss a pigskin. He ignored his bellowing father demanding to know who made the great big mess in the living room. Chris had, but as he was busy, he didn't take the blame and instead pointed outside to his brother bouncing a ball off the house. The ensuing outdoor shouting match reached wicked decibel levels. Those distractions he ignored, but he moved his ass quick as a pup on the trail of prey when his mother quietly asked for a set of hands to help dry the dishes.