The three of us fell into something that had no name.
The arrangement continued. Separate time with each of them, my rules, no overlap. But then Killian pushed the line. He joined one of Kade's scheduled evenings by showing up at the restaurant claiming he had a table next to ours. Kade stared at him across the room. Killian grinned and waved. I put my face in my hands.
They ended up at the same table. The dinner was chaotic and somehow fun. Kade was dry and exact. Killian was loud and unfiltered. I sat between them and laughed more than I had in months, even as some distant part of my brain flagged this as insane.
By the end of the evening, they had argued about football, disagreed about the wine, and managed a full conversation about the company restructuring without once trying to on
