"How can you be so calm about this?" Dale’s gaze shifted from the window, where he stood—staring at Juke’s house. He’d been standing there ever since Juke and Paul left to pack. His breath fogged the glass as he leaned closer, straining for any sign of movement in the house across the street.
"How come you’re not?" Kirk asked from the doorway, his voice light, as though this were just another casual afternoon. He strolled further into the living room, his footsteps muffled by the plush rug.
"This is all new to me, and you know it." Dale turned, resting his back against the cold glass, the chill seeping through his shirt and making him shiver. His arms folded defensively over his chest, and he let out a sharp breath.
Kirk, ever unbothered, strolled over and placed a hand on Dale’s arm, his fingers trailing just under his shoulder. "Didn't lover boy float your boat last night?" Kirk tilted his head, a knowing grin spreading across his face.
Dale pushed off the window, his movements shar
