Understanding flashes across his face. “So, let’s go and—”

“Turn that up!” Aden explodes from his seat, drawing every single gaze our way. He tips most of his coffee across the table as he scrambles out of the booth, seemingly deaf to Kade’s grunt when he knees him in the back on his way out. From Kade’s dark glower, it looks like I’m not the only one with a punch in the nose in my future.

At least until Kade glances after Aden, his face goes slack, and he’s up and ...