Franklin kept one hand loose on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh, the city lights streaking across the windshield in long, blurred ribbons of gold and white as the car cut through the afternoon traffic, Sebastian sitting rigid in the passenger seat and Tristan quiet in the back.
Without looking away from the road, Franklin pulled out his phone and made a call, his voice calm in a way that suggested he had already thought ten steps ahead of everyone else involved.
"Evan, Cassie said you're in town. You wanna hang out?"
On the other end, Evan froze mid-step in the hotel lobby where he had just checked in, his suitcase still beside him and tomorrow's schedule already mapped out in his head with clean, calculated precision, because he had not flown
