Emily's POV
After we all have our beer in hand, minus Lana because of her gestational issue, we all settle into the living room. Lana and Mike are at my end while Nathan sits on the single couch.
"Now let's really iron out the laziness, it's too early to start hating each other macho" Mike looks at both of us as if waiting for some response, waiting for either of us to let our guard down but neither of us does. We looked like two kids giving each other murderous looks from time to time: "Let me guess then, something happened at the old folks' dinner."
Like a spring I straighten up on the couch at his words. Mike had hit the nail right on the head and having a man's second opinion would perhaps reveal that he was right, whether the one with the intense brown eyes or this decent chest.
