Chapter 202: Playdates
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Lake was in the living room when we arrived, on the floor with what appeared to be every single piece of a large puzzle spread across the carpet in deliberate, organized rows. He looked up when we came in. Looked at Drew first—his face doing the immediate open thing it did for Drew, the uncomplicated warmth.
Then he looked at me.
"Hello," he said. Polite. Precise. The exact register of someone who had been raised well and was deploying that raising as a form of controlled distance.
"Hello, Lake," I said.
He looked at the puzzle. "Drew, do you want to help? I'm sorting the edge pieces."
Drew sat down on the carpet with the focused willingness he brought to most things. I set my bag by the door and went to find Lucian in the kitchen.
He was at the stove
