Chapter 7At the lunch table, when the idea of a Secret Santa party was brought up again, Maria leaned in with interest.
“I like this,” she stated with a wry smile. “You come up with this, Hannah?”
“Nah, all Julia over here. I was just around. A muse, I suppose.”
Maria turned to Julian with another look that made his skin feel hot. “Well, good job, J. Is everyone else good with this?”
Most people nodded. Maria, as the semi—appointed leader of their small group, was really the only seal of approval everyone needed. Kent was too busy eating, trying to bulk up for basketball practice. Davis was also consumed with eating. He wasn’t as built as Kent but could have easily passed for a basketball or football player. When Julian had first noted his red eyes and sometimes stunted or slurred way
