We’d finished a little bit earlier than normal, so it was barely nine o’clock. They were all laughing and happy, and I couldn’t help a small smile as I crossed to the fridge.
Lena caught sight of me just as I pulled open the fridge door, and she threw out a hand in my direction, wiggling her fingers and pitching her voice high. “Come play with us!”
I snorted out a laugh and lost my grip on the door, so it swung shut. “That’s not creepy at all.”
She cackled and waggled her eyebrows. Melora slid her beer bottle over one place and then moved chairs, before patting the one she’d just vacated in invitation.
I glanced around at those assembled. The ladies were joined by Cody the cameraman, Brandon and Jared, and—of course—Spencer. If I sat in that empty chair, I’d be directly across from him. Staring right at him.