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“Dull and Bummer.”
“Bomb and Dodging.”
“Irksome and Moth Eaten.”
“What the hell are you two doing?” Derek asks, finally catching on that we’re talking about the game.
“We Googled synonyms for boring.”
“Are you two high?” Enzo asks.
“No,” I say the same time Garrett replies, “Yes.”
I glance at him and laugh. “You are? When did you do that?”
He shrugs. “This game is boring as fuck.”
Enzo, Archer, and, reluctantly, April, laugh at us while Chris throws his hands up. “Fine! We’ll play something else!”
A knock sounds at the door and April hops up to answer it, I ignore it. I know it’s not Jane, no matter how much I wish it were.
“Hey all!” Viviana’s voice has me dragging my attention to her and I give her a polite smile. She accepts the beer that Archer got up to get her and takes a seat on the couch. “Chutes and Ladders? Seriously?”
“We’re not playing it anymore,” Chris grouses.
“So, what’s next?” Enzo asks and then they all look around at each other, a couple of them lift brows and gesture toward me.
I lift a brow back. “What?”
“Nothing,” April says quickly. “Just, ya know, wondering if Jane was coming.”
I sigh and take a sip of my beer. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Why the hell not?” Derek demands.
“Dude,” Enzo whispers at him. “Subtlety.”
“I’m not good at that.”
“No shit,” Chris snaps, clearly still in a mood. April rubs his back and he looks back at her, giving her a smile.
“What’s going on?” I ask wearily.
“Nothing, we just don’t know why Jane isn’t here.”
“Well.” Viviana tilts her head and looks at April. “We kinda know why not.”
“You do?” Enzo demands.
“She’s going through a lot,” April agrees without giving us details. Details that I really want now that they’re bringing this up.
“What are you talking about? Her mom stuff?”
Viviana blows out a breath, her gaze locked on April’s and ignoring me completely. They do some facial expressions and gestures, seemingly having a conversation without even talking.
“Oh my god, that is so unfair,” Derek says, pointing between the two of them. “Tell us what you know.”
“Well,” April starts, twisting her fingers together. “It’s not really our place.”
