“Where would you go,” Evan said, resurrecting an old game from their childhood, “if you could go anywhere right now?”
“Right now? Hmm.” Scott’s fingers tapped on the side of his thighs in time with the music coming from the house. He seemed in no rush to get back to the party and his friends, and Evan was strangely relieved at his best friend’s loyalty. “Maybe Greece. Athens. Or the Greek islands.”
I wouldn’t go anywhere, a little voice whispered in the back of Evan’s head. I’d stay right here next to you.