"Shit, it would take a lot more thanthatto insult us," he said, reaching for the TV remote.
Well, there was that.
He started flipping through the channels and stopped three channels in. He looked to Anthony and grinned. "Kung fu."
Anthony gave a slow nod. "Yeah. We could do that."
A second later, they were lost to everything, well, everything except for the ninja-looking guys, scaling the side of what looked like an ancient monastery.
Soon, I was in the bedroom with the door shut. I called the unfamiliar phone number and waited, praying that Jake would answer.
Finally, he answered with an unenthused, "Hey."
I froze. The greeting wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy, was it?
My heart sank. Maybe I'd be packing my things, after all.
