Chapter 17: That Is An Order

Frey

The coffee soaked through the cotton of my shirt, hot and stinging against my skin.

I coughed into the crook of my elbow, my hands scrambling across the vinyl tablecloth for a napkin. Before I could catch my breath, Jonah dropped his toast and lunged across the floorboards.

He grabbed Vaughn's right hand with both of his, pumping it in rapid shock. "You're Vaughn Mercer. You play third base f