“We’ll distract him,” Colt said. “I’ve got an idea.” Pops had said not to. But Pops hadn’t known things were going to go sideways. Which was why a few minutes later, Colt and Ash were stumbling up the path, hands all over each other, laughing and trying

“The beach,” Colt said.  Ash opened his mouth.  “I know, bruh,” Colt said, “but she’s right. If we stay on the street, we’re out where anybody can see us.”  With a grimace, Ash nodded, and he closed his mouth again.  They followed the road, though, for a few

“You need to run,” Colt said over his shoulder to the girl. He was surprised his voice wasn’t shaking. “Now.”  His words were almost swallowed by the music from the bar—an unrelenting, pounding thud that didn’t make any sense to him.   But somehow, the man heard him.

It only took a moment for an uncertain smile to slip across Ash’s face. “Okay,” he said. “As long as we stay on the beach.” “Yes, babe!” Colt kissed him. A few times. And then, pulling back, he added, “Bruh, it’s going to be so fire.” They made

Now that we've wrapped up Body Count, we're going to take a short interlude for something different - "Colt and Ash's Spring Break." Patrons voted on this spring break idea a few weeks ago. As a bit of setup: I’m (shamelessly)