“I’m in love.” Aaron stared at his hands, shocked they were off his mouth. He looked at the two men and knew that he had definitely said that out loud, even though he had no idea where the comment had come from. “No, I’m not.” He laughed—a dry, unamused laugh—then swallowed hard several times. “What a crazy thing to say.”
Neither Jeff nor Gabe said anything for a minute. Then Gabe caught Jeff by the elbow, flicked a finger at Aaron and said, more to the hostess than to them, “I think we should get a table. Everyone needs to sit down.”
Aaron’s mind cursed him the entire way to the table. It called him an i***t. It asked him if he’d lost his sanity. It begged for reason as to why he would say that, wondered what had gotten into them, then screamed for assurance that he didn’t actually beli
