Adrain
“He put his hand back after she moved it?”
“Yes.”
“And you let him keep the hand?”
“Mason.”
“I’m only asking.”
Oliver leaned back in his chair. “You showed restraint.”
The words should have sounded approving.
They didn’t.
They sounded surprised.
“I am always restrained.”
Mason and Oliver exchanged a look.
I left before either of them could respond.
The bedroom was dark when I entered. Evangeline had already changed and climbed beneath the purple bedding on the bed opposite mine. The fairy lights around her headboard cast a muted glow across the room, softening the unfamiliar additions that had appeared since she moved in: romance novels stacked on the nightstand, a discarded hair tie beside her pink mug, and a sweater draped over the back of her desk chair.
She lay fac
