I grimace, and so does Dez. “We weren’t going to—” I stop, sighing as I place my drink on the coffee table in front of us. “Start without me.” “He’s pretty mad,” he tells me. “He’s shouting for you to get out there.” Kade’s cigarette freezes halfway to his mouth. Ty abruptly stands, but I tell her it’s fine and ask her to stay where she is, telling Base and Dez the same when they, too, get to their feet. “You sure?” Dez asks, concerned as he fists his hands. “I’m happy to tell him to get to fuck.” Base nods in agreement. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’ll be fine.”
