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“I’M NOT TAKING YOU to the hospital”

Peck teeters on the edge of one of Crave’s billiard tables He sways back and forth, his sneakers squeaking against the cheap wood over the chatter of the patrons of the bar “You don’t think I can land a back flip off here?”

The truth is I’m pretty sure he could My cousin has the reflexes of a cat The probleht of them already

“The question isn’t if you can land it It’s how bloody the end result would be,” I say, taking a sip of beer “And I’ to splint a head wound Can you even do that?”

“You could Look at my arm” He holds his left forearht from the new fixtures above “This is some of your best work”

Me but a belt, a bar towel, and a Playboy rush throughhiency room

“I really think I can do this,” Peck insists, working his shoulders back and forth

Downing another drink, hoping I’ood and hammered before Peck attempts this disaster, I look across the table My older brother, Lance, is watching e a look, both of us waiting for Machlan to catch wind of Peck’s antics and throw hiain

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Peck asks “Another broken arh to not land on my head”

“I think it’s your turn to take him to the hospital,” I tell Lance

He coughs, choking on his drink “Yeah, I don’t think so”

“Re his brows “Actually, that kind of o for it now just in case she’s on duty”

“She’s not,” Lance chimes in “I think she was fired after the Hospital Adht of your broken arm”

“Peck! Get your fucking ass down” Machlan’s voice rips through the bar, boo over the crowd

Everyone quiets a few notches, not quite scared ofto test his boundaries either His reputation as a le ithout a s his bar Peck, on the other hand, just rolls his eyes