GAVIN
There’s a quiet that settles between us then. Not uncomfortable. Just thick. Like the adrenaline hasn’t worn off yet but the crash is coming. I don’t usually crash. But tonight, I feel close. Too close. So I speak. To keep myself from thinking too hard. “Honestly?” I say, “I’ve never been more relieved to watch a disaster unfold.”
Jack glances at me. “You were smiling when she hit the floor.”
“I was. Just a little.”
“She looked like a pelican falling out of a tree,” Parker mutters.
Harrison snorts.
“Icon PR’s new slogan,” Jack says. “‘Graceful as falling teeth.’”
We laugh. All of us. It’s short and sharp and necessary. But the moment doesn’t last long. Because Harrison’s face shifts. Subtle. But I see it. Like a shadow passes behind his eyes.
He straightens. Reaches into his
