“It’s never too late to grow up, but I digress. Why are you two here? Isn’t being alone with me forbidden?” I sighed and scratched the stubble growing under my chin. “Houston leads when we’re in the mood to be led.” “And it was never our decision to kick you off,” Rich mumbled. I agreed with a nod even though I knew Rich’s rebellion would pass quicker than a shooting star. He wanted too much for us to be friends again and thought being a doormat was the way to do it.
