“Uh—” I take another bite of soup and try to stomp on Jace’s foot when he runs it up my calf. “I—” How am I supposed to focus like this? “Jace,” Jack’s voice snaps out. “Stop playing footsie with the girl and let her speak.” Jace’s foot drops instantly and his expression turns contrite. “Yes, sir.” As if. “Now go ahead, El.” “Thank you.” I throw Jace a smug look before continuing.
