shoved Evan in the chest.
It was not a playful shove. It had real force in it, the kind meant to embarrass first and hurt second. Evan felt the impact travel through his sternum, but his feet had already adjusted. His weight settled through his heels. His hips softened. The tray rocked once and steadied.
Bull blinked.
For half a second, Evan saw the calculation continue reading …
