Kemp didn't push any further.
Jonah flopped back down and began rambling a bit. "I mean, if you can't find her, just drop it, dude. It's just some missing woman. Whatever type of woman you want, we can hook you up with."
Theo frowned, ignoring him.
Kemp shot Jonah a glare. "Shut it!"
Jonah couldn't care less, and he shrugged innocently. "What's wrong? Ain't I just speaking the truth? This ain't the first time that woman's run off on us! She's given Theo the slip twice, so why does he still care about her? If I were you, I would've moved on ages ago!"
Theo's face turned sour.
Kemp reached out his long leg and gave Jonah a kick. "Go downstairs and find a woman; stop pestering us!"
"Ouch!" Jonah yelped in pain, but his mouth didn't stop running.
But his antics lightened up the mood.
Sophia, cradling her glass, sat on the single-seat sofa, laughing at Jonah's goofy antics. "Mr. Wyton, why are you always such a riot? You’re so cute! You must have a lot of girls falling for you, right?"
Jonah shrugged with feigned helplessness. “Not really! When I’m flying solo, I do alright. But when I’m with Theo, Kemp, Balfour, Bartlett, and those other studs, hardly any girls notice me. Ah, it's all about comparisons, man!"
Sophia laughed again. "That's not true! You guys each have your own charm. But they all seem a bit cold, while you're different. You're friendly, so girls would feel more comfortable approaching you."
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