Amanda, in a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and her favorite Doc Martens, looked at Kaitlyn with undisguised disdain.
"Oh, so your claustrophobia only applies to rooms?" Lucy chimed in, wearing a white blouse and black slacks, her hair cascading over her shoulders. "I wonder if it affects you when you hug your husband?"
I shot them both grateful looks. Thank goodness they were here.
Kaitlyn's face paled then flushed crimson. Her hands clenched into fists, as if she wanted to crush something. Her chest heaved; I had no doubt that if looks could kill, Amanda, Lucy, and I would be dead many times over.
Ben, however, looked confused. "What does that mean?" he asked, his brow furrowing.
I quickly shook my head at Amanda and Lucy, silently pleading with them to stop. The most important thing wa
