“Maybe we ought to go back –” Andrew suggested hopefully.
Becky’s eyebrows shot up. She was furious. “How could you –”
Before Becky had a chance to scold the cowboy, though, Logan stepped in. He shook his head slowly. “Andrew… Seriously.”
“Let him finish, guys,” mumbled George. “Everyone’s got a chance to talk.”
“What do you know about taking turns?” Becky snapped. “And when did you start being courteous yourself?”
Mark let out a long sigh, and, at once, everyone went mute. If there ever was a time that he was in no mood to hear any argument, it would certainly be now.