Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Ford looking at Pierce.
Then Pierce looked at me.
The side-eye exchange alone almost made me laugh.
Oh God.
“What a gentleman,” Ford said seriously as he placed a piece of steak onto Hayes’s plate.
“For real, bro,” Pierce added with a solemn nod.
I lowered my head immediately to hide my smile.
These idiots.
Couldn’t even pretend to behave normally in front of a guest.
“Don’t even say anything, Pierce,” Ford continued. “Or maybe we should talk about Natasha.”
Hayes chuckled quietly into his drink.
“Yes,” I said immediately as I pointed my fork toward Ford. “About that. I forgot to ask. Thanks for reminding me.”
Pierce rolled his eyes dramatically. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Oh, there is, Pee,” I replied instantly. “Come on. Spill.”
