Bobbi glanced at me and grinned. “You’re nervous.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“You’re doing that thing.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where you move pieces when it’s not your turn.”
I looked down. One of the sheep had somehow migrated halfway across the board. “That seems unrelated.”
Bobbi studied me carefully. “You’re jumpy.”
“I’m not jumpy.”
“You are. Why?”
“Because you’re interrogating us about marriage during a sheep game.”
She shrugged. “That’s normal.”
“That is not normal.”
She tilted her head. “Did something happen?”
“No.”
“Are you hiding something?”
“No.”
“Are you pregnant?”
Fuck me.
“Absolutely not.”
Markie leaned down. “BABY.”
I closed my eyes. “This bird is a menace.”
Bobbi ignored the bird and kept studying my face. “You’re definitely nervous.”
“I’mextremelycalm.”
“You’re blinking a lot.”
“That is a biological necessity.”
She leaned closer to examine me. Liam laughed softly behind us. I turned and glared at him and the bird.
“We are playing a board game.”
Bobbi pointed at the board. “You just sacrificed four sheep.”
I looked down again. Apparently, I had. “That was tactical.”
“It was reckless.”
