Icy Nights: Mated to the Three Alphas
Tinsley presses her lips together and picks up her cold tea.
"You don't have to tell us," Tinsley says softly. "But you should know we noticed. All of it."
Jessie stands up. Walks to the window. Presses her forehead against the glass.
"I appreciate you guys caring," Jessie says to the pane. "Really. But it's just transfer stuff. Buffalo was a mess. I'm fine."
"You're not fine," Brooke says behind her.
"I'm here, aren't I?" Jessie turns around, her voice cracking slightly on the last word. "I'm in this room. With nail polish on my fingers and popcorn in my hair. I'm fine."