I grit my teeth and grin, because if I’m one thing, it’s a team player. Adam grimaces, and Garrett’s expression transforms to one that can only be described as horrified. “What the fuck is that?” he mutters. “I don’t know,” Adam breathes out. “But it’s terrifying.” Garrett flaps a hand around. “Go back to frowning, please.” Emmett strolls over, hands in his pockets, easy, crooked grin on his face. “What are we—ah! Jesus Christ, Riley, Halloween was three months ago. Stop trying to scare the kids.”
