The garage was nearly empty that night, the clatter of tools replaced by the soft hum of a space heater in the corner. Caleb leaned against a workbench, arms folded, his face shadowed by the dim light. Riley had gone home hours ago, and now it was just him and Marcus, who paced like a restless lion.
“Ethan’s recovery is dragging attention,” Marcus muttered, his boots echoing across the concrete. “The Wolves, the scouts, even the papers. They keep talking about him. Our name should be in those headlines, not his.
Caleb shifted uncomfortably. “He almost broke his ankle. Of course people are talking. That doesn’t mean he’s trying to outshine you.
Marcus snapped his gaze toward him. “You think I don’t see what’s happening? He’s pulling Riley in, distracting her, pulling her away from this c
