The air was thick with something unspoken, the kind of tension that felt like it could tip over at any second. Cassie wasn’t going to push—she didn’t have to. She’d learned by now that Emmett had to come to things on his own.
But the way he was looking at her?
That was new.
She took a slow sip of her beer, keeping her eyes on him as she leaned back against the couch. “You’re thinking too hard,” she said finally.
Emmett let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “And here I thought you liked me for my mind.”
Cassie smirked. “Oh, I do. But it gets in your way sometimes.”
His gaze flickered to hers, something in it unreadable. “Yeah?”
She shrugged. “Yeah.”
For a second, it felt like he was going to say something else—maybe something important. But instead, he exhaled and took another si
