Nobody moved for a second. The fire kept crackling, the music kept playing from somebody's forgotten speaker, and the whole clearing stayed frozen anyway, thirty-some people watching to see what happened next.
"Okay," Micah said, appearing out of nowhere with the specific urgency of a guy who'd clearly been half-listening from across the field. "Okay, that's… let's wrap this up."
"Delilah." Rhys's jaw was tight, his voice low and furious in a way I hadn't heard from him before. "What did you just say?"
"I said what I said."
"No, say it again. Say exactly what you meant by that."
"Rhys." Micah grabbed his arm, firm. "Not here."
"I want her to explain…"
"Not ‘here,’" Micah said again, sharper this time, glancing pointedly at the crowd still watching, at two guys from the team already
