Adrian's POV
"She said yes," Ethan said. "Cara called me twenty minutes ago. Saturday at ten. The café on Smith Street near my apartment."
I set my coffee down. "Does Lena know yet?"
"She's the one who texted Cara this morning." He paused. "She didn't tell you."
"She makes her own decisions on her own timeline. That's how it works."
A beat of silence on his end. "You've gotten good at that."
"I'm learning." I looked at the window. "How does Cara sound?"
"Terrified. Which is correct." He exhaled. "I'll be two blocks away. Lena told me to stay out of it and I will, but I'm staying two blocks away."
"Good call."
We talked for ten more minutes about the apartment — a shelf he couldn't level, a neighbor who played guitar at reasonable hours but still — and when I hung up I sat for a mo
