"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" Corinne whispered. "You're jumpier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs."
Tucker laced his fingers with hers and squeezed. "Nothing. I'm fine."
She smiled and leaned into him. "I think you're more nervous than I am. I've never seen you nervous before."
"I'm not nervous." Was that smoke coming from the grill or his ass?
Corinne leveled him with what he thought of as her Mama-can-smell-the-stink-of-that-lie-from-a-mile-away-so-you-want-to-try-that-again look. He bet it had Kurt spilling his guts.
"What do you have to be anxious about? They're your friends."