Josh’s POV
The second that door clicked shut behind Jasmine, the whole dining room went dead quiet. It was like the air got thicker, heavier, pressing down on us all.
Nobody picked up a fork. Nobody said a word. Even the fire in the hearth seemed to hush its crackling.
We just sat there for what felt like a solid minute, staring at our plates.
Then Liam leaned back in his chair, that lazy, knowing smirk tugging at his lips—the one he pulls when he’s got some secret he’s not spilling.
“Looks like you scared her off,” he drawled.
Chase let out a low chuckle, breaking the ice. “Damn, though. She’s hot as hell.”
Isaac, his twin, whistled sharp and appreciative. “Yeah, no kidding.”
My jaw clenched tight. I could feel the muscle ticking there.
Then Aiden had to open his big mouth.
“She
