My eyes meet his, wondering if that bold tone is directed at me.
“Come on. Pull it out.” He waves his fingers at me.
Trig and Wind stare me down as if they think I’m actually doing anything they say.
“If you don’t, we’ll text Krissy and call Alex. She said she was free tonight.”
“Have you all lost your damn minds? What do you need my phone for?”
“It’s time to grow a pair and message her.” Trig leans forward, resting his forearm on the table. “Come on. We’ll hold your hand.”
“Who?” I play dumb. They are trying to call me out, but I’m not budging.
“Shit.” Wind throws his arms in the air, his hands landing on the table, rattling our bottles. “See, we should have just shown up at his house. Then, we could have made him walk across the street and knock on her door.”
I lean back, crossing my arms over my chest. “You can’t make me do anything. I don’t know what in the hell this is all about, but I’m two seconds from being done here.”
“Fine. Have it your way.” Carson pulls out his phone and taps the screen.
The ring blares from the speaker, and my gaze skirts the surrounding area to make sure everyone is far enough away not to be disturbed by their shenanigans.
“Hey, guys.” Alex’s voice comes through the speaker. “How’s it going?”
“Not good,” Wind says.
Lex laughs. “Is he there?”
“Yeah, he’s here.” Trig’s dumbass smirk creeps across his mouth.
“Give him the phone,” Alex demands, and Carson extendshis phone to me.
I glare at him and take it, leaving my stool and heading outside where I can talk without the gossip girls eavesdropping.
“Hey,” I say, putting the phone to my ear and pushing out the door into the peace and quiet.
“It sounds like you’re having fun.” Her underlying amusement makes me want to groan.
This is just what I need—five minutes outside, not talking to Alex about anything in particular, so I can go back in and tell these assholes goodnight.
“I’ve been meaning to call and see what you’ve been working on.”
“Not much. Mark’s schedule is insane, and with the girls, it’s difficult to get any time in the garage.”
“How are the girls?”
“Peyton and Ellie are happy being two and getting into everything. Bree is starting to talk about boys and makeup, and Mark is about to lose his shit over it.”
I chuckle. “Tell him good luck when the boys begin texting and calling.”
She pushes out a breath. “I’ll have him call you. You know I’m no good at this girly stuff.”
“Well, settle in. It never ends.”
There are a few beats of silence, and I know what’s coming. I exhale slowly, waiting.
“So, you want to tell me what’s going on with you, or is this something we’re not talking about because it’s a big deal and lots of feelings are involved?”
“Nothing is going on.”
