Ivy.

Standing at the back door, looking at the guys by the clubhouse, I found confusion about what was happening. It wasn’t like them to ignore me the first time I called, but I knew I wasn’t the center of their world.

At least, I didn’t think I was.

However, what caught my attention the most was how uncomfortable James looked. I had watched them before I came outside, and I saw how James dramatically flailed his arms around as if he was telling them a story. ...