This is for Heather. Consider it bribery!

He holds his sarcasm back; can't show any weakness.

Two pairs of eyes watch him as he paces the room. One hand extends through silver tresses; the other soothes the ache in his neck.

"Why now, why today?" he seeks out his answers.

"We thought you should know." The petite blonde in the corner spoke up.

They must have seen him that day leaving. Not discreet enough.

The brunette in the room turned to leave; she placed her hand on the door and glanced back, "We want you to know we want in."

"But I don't need anymore poker buddies."