Becca
“Don’t start.”
Nate says the second we step out of the building.
I blink at him. “Start what?”
“That look,” he mutters. “The one where you’re about to ignore every red flag because the guy is hot and broody.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious, Becca,” he says
“I know.”
“Do you?”
I don’t answer.
Because I don’t.
Not really.
Jace is a few steps ahead of us, talking quietly with Evan.
Low voices.
Like nothing just happened in that boardroom.
Like he didn’t just help take down his own brother.
Like this is all… normal.
Yeah.
No.
Something about that?
Feels off.
And that little voice in the back of my head?
Is Getting louder.
We reach the car.
Evan peels off, heading in the opposite direction.
Nate stops walking.
“I’m going home,” he says.
I frown. “What?”
