When he’d accepted Patrick’s invitation, he hadn’t realized the guys were all coming over for an impromptu dinner. Apparently Lexie had decided to go out for dinner and a movie with her mom and Patrick started calling his male friends up and inviting them to hang out and have a meal.

“I’m not really sure I should talk about it…” Luke hedged. Especially since he hadn’t gone into full detail with Patrick on the phone, even when he’d been really upset. He didn’t want Olivia to be even more upset with him for telling half of her friends what was going on. Especially since they were pretty much guaranteed to tell the other half almost immediately.

From his position rubbing Molly’s ears, Rick looked up and raised his eyebrow. Molly seemed to be totally in love with the blond man, her head resting on his lap as she went practically cross eyed from the affection. He looked tired, but an expression of amusement had crossed his face at Luke’s hesitation. “I bet we can at least make a good guess as to why you’re looking so glum.”

“Obviously it has to do with Olivia,” Liam said.

“And she called in Jared for reinforcements, which means she’s either upset or angry,” Justin added on. His dark hair and eyes gave him a slightly brooding look when he wasn’t smiling, which was right now. Not exactly reassuring.

“She did?” Luke had noticed the big man wasn’t there, of course, but he hadn’t realized that was why. Justin nodded confirmation as Andrew picked up the thread of deductions.

“Most likely angry, because she’s been brewing for days now,” Andrew concluded, nodding his head thoughtfully before taking a swig of beer. “Her temper has been ready to blow for a while, although she’s been keeping a handle on it.”

“Well, until now,” Chris pointed out. Although he and Justin looked very much alike and were part of a threesome relationship with their girlfriend Jessica, Chris definitely had the lighter, more playful personality.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Andrew shot back at him and the two of them started elbowing each other like bickering little kids, proving why they were such good friends.

“Who let them sit next to each other?” muttered Patrick, eying them balefully.

Ignoring them all, Michael leaned forward on the table, resting his forearms on the dark wood. “Nick texted me about the menu finalizations, which he said you and Olivia helped with, which meant whatever happened occurred afterwards, which means it had to have been quick.”

“So most likely an argument,” Jake said giving Luke a sympathetic look. The former soldier leaned back in his chair, running his hand over his short, bristled hair. “Don’t envy you that; I do everything I can to avoid Olivia even being annoyed at me.”

“Don’t we all,” Liam muttered.