Ruthless knight

Cole

I’m two feet from my car when I hear the front door open behind me. 

“Hang on a minute, young man.” 

Not quite the sultry southern twang I was hoping for. 

Then again, maybe he came out here to apologize. The guy was a goddamn prick during di

Hell, I’d be the first one to agree. 

I turn around. “Yeah?” 

He holds up my varsity jacket. “You left this on the back of your chair.” 

I take it from him. “Thanks.” 

He folds his arms across his chest. “Got a minute?” 

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say we were about to have a duel. 

Despite the bad feeling I have brewing in my gut about this impending conversation, I accept. “Sure.”