CHAPTER 239

Elijah’s POV

I slouched back in my chair, feeling the warmth of the whiskey spread through my veins, a pleasant haze blurring the edges of the sports bar. Trevis and Chris were deep in a heated discussion about some football game, their laughter loud and infectious.

I joined in, tossing my two cents in now and then, feeling lighter than I had in a long time. It had been a great evening, filled with camaraderie and the kind of easy conversation that flowed effortlessly between old friends.

The only downside was that I’d had one too many drinks. I wasn’t in any shape to drive, and neither were Trevis or Chris. “Guys, I think it’s time to call it a night,” I said, trying to suppress a hiccup.

Chris grinned, raising his glass. “Agreed, but who’s driving?”

I shook my head. “No one here. I’ll call Connor. He owes me one.”

After a quick call, Connor agreed to pick me up. Trevis and Chris hailed cabs, slapping me on the back and making me promise to do this again soon. I watched them go, feel