Mason
I heard about Becky and Caleb before either of them said anything directly to me, some instinct picking up on the shift in the air between them at breakfast that morning, the way Caleb's hand lingered a half second longer than usual when he passed her the coffee, the small, private smile she gave him when she thought nobody else was watching.
I wasn't surprised, exactly. I'd known this was coming, known it since that conversation in Adrian's study weeks earlier when all four of us had agreed to whatever unconventional thing we were building together. But knowing something intellectually and actually watching it happen in real time turned out to require a different kind of adjustment than I'd fully prepared for.
I found Ryder in the garage later that afternoon, needing someone to t
