“What do you want, Rodgers? Aren’t you going to sit with us?” “Soon.” Clay’s face lights up with a lopsided grin. “We still need to wait for Benson and Moore. There’s no harm in spending a few minutes in pleasant company.” “Questionable,” I mutter under my breath, and Layla laughs. “Aw, sweetie, you break my heart.” Clay presses a hand to his chest. He’s kind of adorable.
