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day, and people are being assholes about hiring him. I’d hire him to work at the dealership if he came by. I think it’s rad that he’s back.”
“Did you just say rad?” Drew had to hold back a derisive snort.
    “Yeah, so? Don’t be such a fucking accountant, MacAuliffe. I swear you’re so dorky sometimes. So, what are we getting for lunch?”
    Drew had been planning on having a sandwich and an apple at his desk for lunch. He had shit to do, and lunch with Brock usually ended up being a big meal with drinks and way more time than he had.
    He was starting a new account at the hospital in Astoria in a few weeks, and he had to clear up the rest of his clients to get ready for the new workload. He supposed he had to be grateful. It was work that had nothing to do with Brock, and he’d gotten in all on his own. That was something. It was also work that wouldn’t be taken away from him if he and Brock ever got into it—which he thought they might someday soon. It was getting really hard to constantly put up with the drinking and his bullshit. He’d been at Drew’s house again all weekend. Lindsay had called, worried out of her mind, but Brock didn’t even want to talk to her. “Bitch is always on my jock,” was the only think he’d say, like they were still in high school, and she was just some geeky girl who had a crush on one of the golden gods. Too bad high school was a long damn time ago.
    “Brock, I really don’t have time for lunch. I’ve got to get these accounts all set up for the work that I’m doing down at the hospital. It’s starting pretty soon here, and I don’t want to look like an amateur when I walk in the door. It’s a big deal that they hired someone local instead of a big firm from Portland.”
“Whatever, dude. Do that shit this afternoon.”
    “You mean when you’re drunk and passed out on my couch again?” Drew hadn’t meant to say it out loud. Brock shot him a glare.
    “Oh, fuck off. You’ve been in a pissy mood ever since I walked in. You must be PMSing or something. I’m so outta here.” Go home to your wife for a change. “I can’t fucking wait till I run into Tally again. Maybe things will be back to the way they should be then. Fuck.”
    He said the last part with a bit of a growl and kicked the doorframe on his way out like a fucking fourth grader. Drew shook his head. What did Brock think—the reappearance of Tally was going to bring back the glory days?
Not likely.
     
Chapter Three
     
    I
T WAS Friday, and Drew was working late. He’d been in his office since seven that morning, clearing up old files and tying loose knots in a row or whatever. At the moment, his brain was so fried that he could barely string together a coherent sentence, let alone a decent idiom.
He was starting his work at Columbia Memorial on Monday. Mainly taking care of payroll and filing all of the necessary payroll taxes. It was a big job for a building with that many employees. It would probably take up a few days out of his week, but it was getting him away from Brock and away from needing Brock, and that was a start. It would probably be at least a couple years until he could say fuck off to all of the country club clients he’d gotten through his drunken frenemy. Brock hadn’t been around as much the past few weeks. Maybe that little argument had annoyed him enough that he was bugging Rick for a change. Rick’s wife had to love that.
    He was starting to pile his folders away and get ready for a much-needed weekend of rest when his phone vibrated on his desk. Drew looked at the number and tried to hold in a groan. He flipped his phone open, resigned to the fact that if he didn’t answer his father would keep calling until he did.
    “Hey, Dad. What’s up?”
“What are you doing, son?”
    Drew did let out a sigh, as silently as he could. “Getting some of my current clients in order. I start work down at the hospital on Monday.”
“That’s great.” His father did sound