Alex rubbed the nape of his neck. Think fast.
Think fast.B-3 was no friggin’ help. Instead of answering he pulled out a bottle of waterlogged hand sanitizer and squirted a dollop in his palm.
“And where’s Sam?” Coco asked, scanning the pool.
“Umm, he’s uhh…” Bartholomew looked to Alex.
“…Not here,” Alex said.
“Well cha! I can see that. But where’d he go?” she said.
“Yeah,” Zach added. “He was in the pool with you guys just a second ago.”
Jose smoothed his ponytail and narrowed his eyes at Gwen. The redhead blanched.
Come on Alex, think of something.
Come on Alex, think of something.Coco’s brows shot up and she held up a manicured finger. “Was that another show? Like the Halloween party?”
“Yeah.” Alex swallowed hard. “Sure.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Pro production. Awesome
