BREN
Two days later and we had everyone in our living room, my phone sitting in the middle of the coffee table.
“This is a nice couch.”
No one groaned hearing Blaise’s smug comment, but I knew everyone wanted to. He’d been rubbing it in since he showed up, and Zellman hadn’t been able to talk him into losing a game of cards. Turns out that Cross’ brother wasn’t a big gambler when it came to cards. He mentioned something about ‘reforming himself’ so he couldn’t do cards, but when Blaise pushed for the reason behind the invitation, Cross told him. Grudgingly.
This morning, a new couch was delivered to our front door, no cards were ever dealt.
“Shut up,” Jordan sniped at him, throwing Tabatha a glare, too. “No one f*****g asked for your charity.”
Blaise snorted, leaning back on the couc
