Brady said.
Layla snapped.
Even though I couldn’t see Brady’s face, I knew it was scrunching up.
Layla never did concern herself with insignificant things such as blatant, glaring hypocrisy.
I said on a friendly chuff.
Hunt pushed up to his elbows, drawing me to do the same. Shortly after, the others did as well.
Hunt said.
I muttered, but to be fair, shortly afterward I had the living daylights shocked out of me—no less than twice.
Shit, hehadsaid something like that!
My heartbeat sped up a bit.
Layla sat up, bouncing excitedly on her bottom.
One by one, slowly we all ended up looking at Hunt, who understood exactly why. After all these years—more than we’d realized—we knew one another nearly as well as we did our own selves.
He nodded as if we’d spoken.
Griffin warned.
I suggested.
Hunt said.
Brady said.
I exchanged looks with each of my best friends.
Hunt was nodding, but Brady added,
Griffin said then shook his head in an uneasy shudder.
Brady reached over me to palm him on the back.
As far as pep talks went, I couldn’t help but find ours severely lacking. But hey, it wasn’t Brady’s fault he had fuck all to work with.
Layla said.
