Chapter 7
When he entered Jack’s, he glanced around, quickly realizing his friends weren’t there. His brow furrowed in confusion. He’d seen Raf’s Silverado in the parking lot.
Jack caught his eye near the bar and waved him over.
“Hey, Dustin.” Jack clapped him on the shoulder. “Follow me. I put your group in the back room because there are so many of you tonight.”
“Oh, great. I was wondering.” He followed Jack to the room generally reserved for private parties, although he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen it used.
Jack pushed open the swinging door, sweeping out his hand for Dustin to enter first.
“Surprise!” a variety of voices sang out in chorus.