I said.
Hunt admitted on a despondent sigh that caused Bobo to jerk his head to the side to look at him.
Hunt rewarded his concern with more belly rubs.
I slid forward a few inches, struggling to remain still.
Griffin and Hunt said at the same time.
Layla said.
Brady nodded, sliding forward along the couch.
Layla said.
Griffin said.
Layla asked.
Brady said.
Layla shrugged.
My stare glued to my leg, I ran my nails along the knee of my jeans. I drew in a steeling breath, clawed at my jeans some more, then spit it out:
Layla said right away, and I snapped my head up to look at her.
Brady asked.
I glanced at Hunt, then Griffin, whose eyes were already on me.
Hunt ventured.
Layla said.
Hunt said with a pointed look at Bobo.
Layla’s mouth screwed up into herI’m busy thinkingexpression.
Griffin’s eyes bored into mine.
I asked him.
He blinked, as if lost to some other thoughts.
His fingers squeezed mine. His eyes were steady.
His eyes continued to take in only mine.
Brady said.
I was nodding.
Layla said.
