I make a face of disgust.
I go back to our message thread.
Me
Is that true?
Rome
Why? Jealous?
I roll my eyes and go back to the group message.
Noah
My turn.
On a scale of one to ten, how difficult is it to work with Tess?
My lips flatten.
Really, Noah?
Van
Is the Uber here?
Beck
Oh, shit. I forgot. BRB.
Noah
Well?
Rome types, and I have half a thought to storm over to his room so he can see me roll my eyes instead of sending the eye-roll emoji over text message.
Rome
There is no scale large enough.
I move over to our own text thread and type:The feeling is mutual!
Beck
I ordered a new Uber. Room for all of us. Even Rome.
I really don’t like the idea of Rome becoming friendly with my brothers.
He’s already practically adopted into the family, and now my brothers are starting to kid around with him?
What happened to none of us trusting him? Sure, we work together, but that doesn’t mean we have to trust him off the track.
Me
I’m riding to the bar alone. You’re all jerks.
Rome texts me separately.
