The ride back was quiet. But not the good kind.
Not peaceful. Not reflective.
It was the kind of silence that sat heavy, coiled between us like something waiting to snap.
Mason’s jaw was tight. His eyes flicked between the road and his phone like he was solving a puzzle mid-drive.
“Sorry about that,” he said finally, breaking the silence.
“For what?”
“The mood shift. I didn’t mean to react like that. I just… can’t help it sometimes.”
I studied his profile. “Is everything okay?”
He hesitated. “Someone’s trying to leak one of my songs. An unreleased track I was saving for the tour. It’s personal.”
My brows lifted. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. My manager got a tip from some blogger. We’re scrambling now. That track wasn’t supposed to drop for weeks.”
His fingers flexed around the wheel, knu
