Evie
Chloe waited until he was gone.
“Subtle.”
Mason reached for the sour candy. “He’s trying.”
“To do what?” I asked.
Three faces turned toward me.
Even Oliver looked up from his book.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Mason said too quickly.
Chloe stared at him. “You’re terrible at this.”
“At what?”
“Nothing,” he repeated.
Oliver raised his book again. “A convincing performance.”
I folded my arms. “You’re all being weird.”
Moose rested his head in my lap, apparently deciding I needed emotional support.
The movie continued.
The hero apologized. The heroine forgave him too quickly. Mason cried without shame during the reconciliation and denied it only after Chloe offered him a tissue.
“I have allergies.”
“To emotional honesty?” Oliver asked.
“To dogs.”
Moose lifted his head.
“You’re
