I hear Isaac’s footsteps, and my ribs release the tension I’m holding. After a minute, Nate lifts the tablecloth with a satisfied smile. “Well, well, well. As the tables turn.” I rise to my chair with a seething glare. “Shut up.” “Ye without sin cast the first stone.” Smugness radiates from his smile. “What was that you were saying about being a mature adult?”
