“Sure, right.” Tyler took two of the pints and put them on the table then returned to his position at the edge of the bench so fast he nearly spilled half the contents of the glasses.
The hurt expression on Jaime’s face stung Tyler. It only lasted a second before it was covered by Jaime’s tempered smile, but Tyler saw it and knew he was the cause of Jaime’s pain. Tyler wasn’t about to do anything else to deepen the questioning look in Randy’s eyes. That had been too close.
Thankfully, the girls returned to the table before Randy could give voice to his thoughts.
“What did we miss?” Sarah asked as she took her seat next to Jaime.
“Nothing.” Tyler replied quicker than he should have.
Jaime cleared his throat and drew the attention of everyone at the table. His mask of polite contentment
