Brett
For a few seconds, nobody said anything.
The laughter that had filled the kitchen only moments before disappeared, replaced by an uncomfortable silence that seemed to stretch far longer than it actually did.
Big John looked like he regretted opening his mouth.
Marco suddenly became fascinated by cutting his chicken into unnecessarily small pieces.
Even Ollie, who normally couldn’t resist stirring the pot, stayed quiet.
Finally, Liam cleared his throat.
“I don’t think anyone’s saying you’ve done anything wrong.”
I looked at him.
“It sure sounds like it.”
“No,” Eric said. “It sounds like we’re saying the two of you spend a lot of time together.”
“Because we’re friends.”
“We know.”
“I’ve known Cassie since freshman year.”
“We know.”
“We’ve always been like this.”
Liam no
