I hadn’t allowed myself to dwell on the fear of our failure, what it might entail or what all it might mean, but there it was anyway.
I continued,
Brady said.
I pressed.
Hunt glanced over me to Griffin.
Beyond Bobo’s happy rumbles, my friends were silent.
Still, they didn’t reply.
Hunt nodded thoughtfully.
Brady said as he deposited Layla’s phone on the table by her now abandoned sketchbook and sat next to her on the couch, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
Layla said. She shuddered for effect.
Brady said,
I swooped in,
Layla winced in distaste.
I glanced at the guys.
Layla said, her usual playfulness absent. She looked at Griffin and me, the way his hand linked with mine and rested on my thigh.
Griffin inserted.
she dismissed with a wave.
Brady interlaced both hands behind his head.
said Hunt while Bobo spun in the tight space between him and me and finally settled on his back, his belly up for rubs.
Hunt laughed softly and indulged the silent request.
Griffin told Hunt and Brady.
I already had my mouth open to say something else when Layla continued.
Brady scowled.
Layla pointed out.
Layla said.
