“I’m Louis.” He looked down the table at the guys. “They are?” “My friends. They’ve been saving my ass for months. They’re also a bit protective.” I started bouncing my knee. “With the way the big one is glaring, I’d say so,” he mused. I turned. Zeke was indeed glaring. I smacked his shoulder. “Zeke, knock it off.” He grumbled under his breath as Louis took the seat Claire vacated. “Don’t mind him, he has resting glare face,” I offered.
