Chapter 45

That was when the fight broke out. Who’d have thought such… such rich people would do that?

Mr. Jackson and JT hustled them all out of the catering hall, although not before Mopp caught a fist to the eye.

“I apologize, Rush,” Mr. Jackson said as he drove them back to Savannah.

“No need.”

Mopp peeked over the middle seat of the Hummer to where Rush was cuddled against Tad’s side. He actually seemed happier than the bride and groom.

“That was the best party my family has ever thrown!”

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WHEN THE BRUISE on his face finally healed, he agreed to go to the barbecue Mr. Jackson and JT held every Friday afternoon.

He dove into the pool and joined in the water polo until he got hungry, and then he climbed out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Before he could join the line for the food, a warm, soft hand closed around his biceps.

“Why, Billy Bob Bolt, I do believe you’ve been working out.”