Riley:
The smell of coffee pulled me out of my room before I could second-guess myself.
Logan was already at the table, tie knotted, jacket draped over the chair beside him. Cade sat across from him, sleeves rolled crisp, his hair damp like he’d just stepped out of the shower. They looked like they belonged in some glossy magazine spread for men who run the world before nine a.m.
And then there was me—hair scraped into a messy bun, navy scrubs wrinkled from too many nights spent in them, stethoscope slung around my neck like an afterthought.
For one dangerous second, I wondered if Logan could see it. The difference. The fact that Cade and I weren’t just best-friend-sister and brother 's-best-friend anymore. That something had shifted in the night, subtle but seismic.
But Logan just ra
