He gaped at his friend. The timing could nothave been worse. One look across the table and he could see Craig wasn’t happy either. Those sexy lips were turned down in a frown now.
“Hey, Craig.” Adam flicked his blue eyes between the two men, his brow furrowed. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Mitch lied as his friend clapped his shoulder. He shot a look at Craig and bit his lip, lightly shrugging.
“You guys order yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“Burgers smell good. Love a good greasy burger from a small grill like this.”
Adam kept up the chatter, not really giving them a chance to talk. Mitch was used to it. He’d known Adam forever, and he’d always been a talker.
He pulled his phone out and discreetly sent a text to Craig.
Sorry.
Mitch shot a little smile across the table when Craig’s phone pinged and he read the message. Adam chattered on, oblivious.
You going to answer me?