Brielle snaps her gaze back to me. “Certainly,” she replies sweetly.
Brix and Tysin snicker. Meanwhile, Trey stays silent. He’s not like them and didn’t grow up finding every way possible to dig in under my skin like they enjoy doing.
“We’ll get packed up then and out of your way.” She turns to grab a clipboard she left sitting on the chair beside her.
The guys file out of the room. I hang back, offering to help Davis.
“I’m gonna take this out to the car,” Davis says, looking from me over to Brielle. “Should I meet you outside?”
Brielle nods, but I follow Davis into the entryway. It’s not until he steps outside and shuts the door behind him that her voice drops low. Back to the tone she used with me when I first found her eavesdropping earlier.
“Oh, and Madden, make sure you’re ready for us tomorrow. I have no interest in a do-over of today either.”