Chapter 3

Howard put on a fake smile as he climbed into the car, and made sure that the top was down. He took a moment and stretched, remembering how much Jason used to love his broad shoulders. He waited a second and then reversed the car. As he was pulling out, he briskly waved to Jason, making his smile even bigger. There was no way he was going to let that Hummer-driving, stranger-ass-looking, son of a bitch think that he had pissed him off.

On the highway, Howard took deep breaths, trying to remember what he had learned at his new yoga workshop, The Peaceful Human. “Inhale peace, exhale strife. Inhale peace, exhale strife,” he chanted in a tone so angry that he worried he sounded less like the Dalai Lama, and more like an angry drill sergeant.