Her eyes bugged out at me, flickering from me to Graham and back again in a pointed way that, in best-friend-code, clearly meant: What the fuck is going on between the two of you? I pinned her with my best stare, the one that said: Nothing is going on, mind your own business! She volleyed back with a slow, intentional blink. We’re going to talk about this later. I rolled my eyes back in the sockets. There’s nothing to talk about. “Right,” she said aloud. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
