Chasing Ghosts Excerpt : Chapter 1.
Fin "I’ll never understand why it’s so hard for him to answer a simple text." Fin tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, frustration simmering. Three texts, no response. They’d tentatively made plans to meet Molly at the Rusty Nail, but Jax's silence was starting to feel like a pattern. It had been months since they’d last hung out, and Fin hated that. He used to dismiss the idea that the older you get, the fewer friends you have—but lately, with their conflicting schedules, he was beginning to see the truth in it. "Get out of the way—come on!" Fin muttered, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. He was stuck in rush hour traffic. Roanoke wasn’t a big city, but it was big enough to make anyone frustrated when they were trying to get home on a Friday night. But truth be told, it wasn’t the traffic that had him worked up. Nor was it that Jax hadn’t texted him back. What really occupied Fin’s mind, what gnawed at him, was something deeper. It...