My eyes widen and I look up as Carter’s father makes his way down the aisle, his stern gaze locked on us. “Nah, Mr. Mahoney, no problem over here,” Jake tells him. “Good,” Carter’s father clips, giving Jake a stern look. “Why don’t you go find a seat before you miss the game,” he suggests. Ignoring Brianna entirely, Mr. Mahoney puts a hand at the top of my back and nudges me toward the row he just exited. “Come on over here, honey. You can sit with us.”
