Well. It was stupid. And after this past week without her—” he shakes his head. “I’m sick of being a coward.” I nod. “Me, too.” “Me, three,” Zack adds morosely. “Poor Layla. We romanced her half to death, then dropped her as soon as she got the balls to tell us how she felt. It’s not her fault she fell in love with three total idiots.”
