Zane's Point of View
I sit outside on the porch talking to Jake and occasionally, I anxiously stare at the two women softly talking with their mates at the opposite end of the room. I gave them a moment to discuss it among themselves, but it has been half an hour of waiting, and I am starting to feel 'itchy.' I need an answer.
"Okay, that is enough. Just stop it. Go over there and demand an answer. You are making me anxious with all the glances and the bouncing."
Jake says, pushing his hand down on my knee to stop the nervous bouncing. I sigh and run a hand down my face before I shake my head.
"I can't just go over there and demand an answer. I told them I would give them a chance to discuss this before they decide."
"And you did give them time. I think they have had more than enoug
