The Vipers’ garage was quieter than usual, the thrum of engines replaced by the faint metallic clink of tools. Caleb leaned against a workbench, arms folded, watching Riley wipe grease from her hands. She had been working on one of the bikes for over an hour, jaw set in stubborn silence.
Finally, Caleb spoke. “You’ve been avoiding me.
Riley didn’t look up. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.
He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’re angry. I get it.
Angry?” Riley finally glanced at him, her eyes sharp. “You cornered Ethan, told him to back off, and threatened him with my father’s wrath. Angry doesn’t even cover it.
Caleb shifted uncomfortably. “I was trying to protect you.
Protect me?” Riley repeated, incredulous. “You sound just like Dad. Control me, cage
