Nancy turned her head just in time to catch Matthias making his grand entrance.
He'd actually managed to throw on a red T-shirt even flashier than the last one—so bright it almost burned the eyes with its red-yellow combo.
Jeremiah looked like he'd just chewed nails for breakfast.
Grinning like he owned the place, Matthias flopped down next to Nancy.
She was cursing him to high heaven in her head, the smile on her face barely holding together. “You really love causing a scene, don’t you?”
“Well, since you think I’m just goofing off, maybe I should try being serious for once.”
He leaned in, resting his arms on his thighs lazily. “Remember when you backed that plan? Yeah, that almost wiped out our whole group. If Ashton hadn’t stepped in at the last second...”
“You bet
