“Are you happy, honey?” Heat creeps up my neck. “I’m out, Mom.” “Answer the question, Carter.” “Yes.” “Yes what?” I drum my fingers on the table. I’d like to say nobody’s paying me any attention, but there are three sets of eyes glued on me. Four, if you count the girl on Garrett’s lap. And that’s not counting the people around us who can’t believe they’re in the same bar as the Vancouver Vipers. So I hold my phone closer to my mouth and grumble out what she wants to hear. “Pardon me? I didn’t hear you.” “Yes, I’m happy!”
