Ghost stayed where he was—lounged back in that chair beside her like he belonged there, like this was just another afternoon and not some careful balancing act between past, present, and everything unspoken between them.
His long legs stretched out, boot tapping lightly against the floor in that idle rhythm he always had when he was thinking too much and saying too little.
Taylor nursed the last of her tea, letting the silence hang comfortably for a minute.
“You always this good at reading people?” she asked quietly.
Ghost didn’t look at her right away. Just let out a quiet breath through his nose, eyes fixed on some invisible point ahead. “Only the ones who wear their walls like armor.”
Taylor smiled to herself, lips curving faintly around the rim of her mug. “You talking about me or
