Page 58 of Blake

Judging by the look on Janie’s face, she’d spent the morning worrying.

“You should’ve called me,” Emmett’s fiancée whispered to her friend.

“I know.”

“I’m serious, Dev.”

“I know.”

They pulled apart, and Janie began searching her friend’s face with an assessing gaze.

“Are you okay?”

Devon gave a small nod. “I’m getting there, yeah.” She looked to Blake with a soft, “Thanks to him.”

Blake sent her another wink and a small smile as Emmett joined them.

“We’re glad you’re here, Devon.” The other man rested a hand on Janie’s back.

“Thanks, Emmett.” Devon nodded. “Me, too.”

Draven rose from his chair and started their way with a smirk. “How’s Willow?”

“Recovering from the trauma of flying with you.” Her lips curved.

A few smiles circled the room.

Lucas approached Blake next, his blue eyes filled with a knowing gaze. “How’s the hand?”

“Fine.”

“Any other injuries? Headache? Nausea?”

“Nah, brother. I’m good.”

“You lose consciousness or hit your head?”

“No.”

“Vision problems?”

Blake smirked. “Only when I look at Draven.”

Draven flipped Blake the bird while Devon and Janie both laughed.

Lucas ignored it all and kept his attention on Blake. “Ibuprofen and ice should do the trick.”

“Like I said,” Blake muttered. “I’m good to go. Appreciate you lookin’ out for me, though.”

“I can tell.” Lucas rolled his eyes before walking back to his seat.

Blake glanced at Devon. She raised a brow.

He shrugged. “What?”

She and Janie shared a look.

Minutes later, they were seated around the long table. Blake connected his laptop so it would show on the large monitor mounted high on the wall.