“Just another hour,” Sloan begged, gripping my hands. “Please.”
I blew out a breath, just wanting to go home. A vision of cuddling next to Wick on his bed and watching compilations of Night Court on his laptop filled my head.
Now that sounded nice.
But obligingly, I sat back down.
Manda, Sloan, and Viv cheered. I flushed and gifted them with an embarrassed smile.
“Another round!” Viv called from my right, jostling my shoulder and making me flinch.
As the other two hooted in agreement, I drew a design through a pile of spilled salt on the table with my fingernail, hoping time would get its ass into gear and move along already.
“So…Haven,” Sloan started. “Do you think you’ll give Topher another chance?” Focusing on something over my shoulder, she added, “Because, damn, he is looking g
