Reeva POV
We walk to the truck in silence, and for once, Wyatt does not fill it with sarcasm or bad jokes. Hayden smiles when I climb in beside him, but his shoulders stiffen slightly when Wyatt gets into the back.
“Here,” Wyatt says, leaning forward between the seats and handing Hayden half a sandwich. “Peace offering.”
“You think carbs will fix everything?” Hayden asks, arching a brow, but he accepts the sandwich and looks sceptically at it.
“They usually do,” Wyatt smirks. “Unless you’re gluten intolerant. Then you’re just fucked.”
“Is that you trying to be nice?” I snort.
“Trying’s my second-best quality,” Wyatt grins.
“What’s your first?” Hayden asks before biting into the sandwich and starting the engine.
“Being right,” Wyatt replies, dryly.
“Hmm,” Hayden mutters, swallowing
