“Nothing,” Jasper bites back.
“You seem more annoyed than usual.”
“Maybe because you’re bugging me?” Jasper clarifies.
“He’s right. You were happy and now you’re grumpy,” Bode says, ganging up on him.
“Maybe it’s because I have to hang out with you assholes,” Jasper throws back at Bode.
Our waiter sets down two pitchers of beer and six glasses. I pour a round of drinks, watching as the guys bicker back and forth.
“Do you think he met someone?” Marcus whispers out of the corner of his mouth.
“Probably has to do with why he always texts us random things,” I answer.
“There’s no way Jasper would start dating someone and not tell us, right?” Noah asks.
“I mean, he’s always been the quiet type,” I reply.
It wouldn’t surprise me if Jasper were to start dating someone and not tell us. Marcus couldn’t keep the dopey grin off his face when he and Harper got back together. Stevie and Caleb are all Bode talks about.
Me?
I’ve never been one to hide my feelings. But then again, I’ve never really had a serious girlfriend before. There have been a few, but no one that I felt the need to tell the guys about.
Except Chloe.
Chloe is the exception to every rule.
The guys didn’t bat an eye when I told them about me and Chloe. Our feelings are the real deal.
Marcus sets his drink down, swiping a nacho and heading back to the ball return. “Okay, leave Jasper alone. If he wants to ignore us and not tell us what is going on with his personal life, we won’t hold it against him. Now, I’m ready to beat you assholes.”
Instead, Marcus gets two gutter balls in a row.
“You’re going to beat us, huh?” Graham prods.
Noah flips him off as he splits the pins.
“Okay, we are definitely not bowling next time,” I tell them as I follow Marcus’s lead and throw two gutter balls.
“Oh, we are totally doing this again,” Bode says. “Maybe we should make it a date night.”
“Really?” I quirk a brow at him. “It’s still weird to hear you say things like that.”
“Stevie would love it.” Bode pulls out his phone, smiling. “Besides, it looks like the girls like each other.”
My own phone buzzes and I pull it out. There’s a group text with me, the three women, Marcus, and Bode. The three of them are holding champagne, smiling at the camera.
“Yeah, it looks like they’re getting along great,” I say.
“As long as we do it in the next few weeks. Childcare is going to get hard because the grandmas have a cruise in November.”
“Ahh, the life of a parent.” Marcus laughs. “I can’t wait until the girls are old enough to babysit.”
“They’d be good influences on Caleb. Make sure he eats his vegetables,” I tell them.
“Hey. Caleb is the most perfect kid there is.” Bode whacks me on the chest. “Watch it.”
