Bree
“So,” Caleb started, tucking his hands into his pockets, “how’s everything going?”
I looked up at him and c****d a brow. “That’s the first thing you’re gonna ask me?”
Caleb rolled his eyes, a small chuckle escaping him. “All right, fine,” he huffed. “Who’s the guy?”
I hugged my journal to my chest and let a small smile tilt my mouth as I looked down at my feet. “Just someone I went to high school with,” I said, careful and clipped—knowing full well I couldn’t tell Caleb the truth. He’d run straight to Gage and blurt it out before I could breathe.
He watched me like he was reading a map, his eyes tracing my face, searching for whatever I wasn’t saying. Apparently, it hadn’t been hard to tell I’d been rattled by Oliver—Caleb hadn’t hesitated to step in back there—and that was enoug
