Chapter Fourteen
Mike
The light dimmed noticeably. “Hey, sunset.”
“Where’d the girls go?” Dylan asked.
“They left hours ago,” Bob said, eyes still glued to the screen.
“Left?” I asked. Hannah’s purse was still here, so she couldn’t have gone home.
Jake pulled out his phone and started typing.
“What are you doing?”
“Texting Beth.” The phone chimed. “They’re in the farmhouse.”
“Dude.” Dylan backhanded Bob’s arm. “This is why we don’t turn on a game when the girls are here.” He pulled out his phone and started typing.
Jake laughed. “They’re watching a movie. Do you want to be stuck in front of some sappy rom-com right now?”
I didn’t mind some of them—and he didn’t, either—but that wasn’t a popular opinion in the group. Bob shuddered. Dylan kept shifting like he couldn’t decide to s
