Saturday afternoon arrived with clear skies, warm air, and absolutely no reason for anyone to stay indoors, so the Iron Vipers decided that a barbecue was exactly what everyone needed.
After the last few weeks, I wasn't going to argue.
I woke beside Jace, and for once, I didn't immediately reach for my phone to check whether something had happened overnight.
I showered, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and dressed in shorts and an old Lawson Customs shirt before heading downstairs.
Jace was already in the kitchen, and he was making coffee while Mason stood beside the refrigerator eating something straight from a container and I looked at him.
"Is that breakfast?" I asked and Mason nodded.
"Technically." He said.
"What does technically mean?" I asked.
"It means I di
