Chapter 18: Chapter 18

Izzy didn’t seem to notice, or—most likely—he just thought Wyatt was a freaking weirdo.

The door to the breakroom squeaked on its hinges, and Wyatt took a step away from Izzy even as he looked to see who was interrupting this—whatever the hell this was.

It was Justin, tugging off his cap as he entered the break room and shoving it in the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, Wy,” he said. “What’s all this?”

“Dad went a bit crazy,” Wyatt said, his throat dry. He was aware Izzy was still looking at him. “It’s lasagna. He sent me over with it.”

Justin leaned out the door again. “Ignacio!” he yelled. “Del overcooked again!”

Ignacio was one of the workers who lived on site. “Oh, man,” he said when he turned up to collect the lasagna. “This is great. You know what I was gonna make for dinner tonight? Beans and rice, man, beans and rice.”

“Nothing wrong with beans and rice,” Justin told him with a grin.