Gavin stopped. As Gavin sunk back into the chair, Matthew stepped to the table. He locked gazes with Vaughn as he spoke. “We have to go to the GBCDG.”
At once, voices began to tumble out at him: mocking, discrediting, refusing, barking strange laughter. Once again he held up a hand, trying to direct the gesture to everyone at once. “Hold up. Just give me a few minutes.”
He began to walk, giving up Vaughn’s gaze to meet each of the men’s in turn. “I am not a member of your pack, and I am new to this entire scenario. However…” he dropped four of his fingers to hold up one, “I ended up involved and here am I and all I’ve heard from this kitchen for the last hour is bickering. Those two kids in there are acting more mature than the lot of you are. Someone needs to take control of this venture once and for all.”
He looked pointedly at Vaughn, then Lyle. “Because this has to stop.”