Chapter 11
They had gone to the hotel briefly after lunch to check in and drop off their bags—and Jayden had been so taken by the enormously, ridiculously fluffy pillows that he’d tried to smother Darren with one, just to see if it was possible—and so met Paul outside the restaurant that evening, running slightly late and with Darren offering him dirty looks whenever humanly possible.
“What happened to you?” Paul asked, eyeing the wilder-than-usual curls.
“Him,” Darren said, jerking a thumb at Jayden.
Paul wrinkled up his nose.
“Seriously, when did you get prudish? You used to press for details,” Darren complained, and Jayden huffed.
“It’s nice,” he said tartly. “One of your friends has learned personal boundaries. It’s nice.”
“Like you can talk. Personal boundaries! You try and hug
