CHAPTER FOUR
Once the excitement of having Bryce and Corrigan there had waned, the realization they were both there . . . at the same time . . . in the same room, filtered in and awkwardness ensued. Holy crap. The last few months had been tense anyway, but the last real communication with them had been when Bryce kissed me, and I left to cuddle with Corrigan in his hospital bed. I’d been on lockdown from almost everyone, and the times when I talked to Bryce or Corrigan hadn’t been about us. Grace. Corrigan’s health. Bryce’s soccer training. Those had been the conversation topics, and now, well, everyone knew the new turn in Grace’s murder investigation. Call me foolish, but I didn’t want to talk about it the first night they got there. What that left was what was going on among all of us
