(Ridge)
The room stayed quiet after I stepped out, the kind of silence that came from men already knowing what was inside that room without needing it repeated. Crash leaned against the wall near the door with his arms folded, watching me without speaking, while Holt stood a few feet away with his weight settled and his focus fixed.
Neither of them asked anything right away, and that was exactly how it should be. They were waiting for direction, not explanation.
I didn’t slow when I reached them, and I didn’t pretend this was still something that needed discussion. Nolan being here wasn’t a question, and what he wanted from Mira wasn’t new information. The only thing that mattered now was how I chose to handle him. That part wasn’t finished yet.
“He’s staying where he is,” I said.
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