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“Seems to be in working order.”
“Hellooo,” Jamie called behind us.
“Come sit, get some breakfast,” Rory said, taking my arm like I needed help.
Ryan pursed his lips, then smacked Jamie in the middle. “This calls for extreme measures.”
“Go!” Jamie yelled, and the two dove forward, making both girls squeal in surprise as they were snatched up off their feet and tossed over the shoulders of whom they belonged to.
“Woman, I oughta paddle that ass,” Jamie declared, tugging on the skirt Madison was wearing so she didn’t flash anyone.
“Jamie Michael Owens! Put me down.”
“Can’t do it, Mads.”
“Ry,” Rory pleaded, tapping him in the midback.
“Don’t try and sweet-talk me, Carrot. You know what you did.”
“We’ve got to put our feet down, bro. These women think they can run over us,” Jamie declared.
“I ordered you extra waffles and bacon,” Madison sang.
“Well, baby, why didn’t you say so?” he asked, pulling her away from his shoulder but still holding her up.
“Hi,” Madison said, cheeks flushed.
“You’re pretty,” Jamie told her, then kissed her in the middle of the diner.
These two liked their PDA.
“You get me breakfast too?” Ryan asked Rory who was still dangling over his shoulder.
“I’m telling them to burn it!” Rory smarted off.
Ryan laughed and pulled her down. “Gimme some sugar.”
“No.”
“Rory.”
She sighed and leaned in.
Shaking my head, I moved around them, heading straight to our table and not thinking at all about that kiss the other night with Max. Just the memory of it hit me with an overwhelming feeling of homesickness.
As I slid into the booth, I pondered what was worse: the nagging emptiness of wondering what it would be like to have his lips on mine or experiencing it full force only to know it would never happen again.
Rory slid into the booth beside me, and Ryan followed along, pulling her into his lap so I was basically alongside them both. Jamie and Madison slid in across from us, and then seconds later, Kruger and Prism squished themselves in as well.
Reaching into my hoodie, I pulled out the Airpods and slid them across the tabletop to Prism. “Thanks for the loan.”
Prism nodded and slipped them into his pocket. He definitely hadn’t been lying when he said he had many pairs because he currently had some in his ears.
Another group of Elite came into the diner, piling into the two booths behind ours.
I tensed, partly expecting someone to say or do something, but no one did.
“The team is cool,” Ryan said, obviously knowing what I was thinking.
