Cade hadn’t said a word since we got in the car.
He was quiet. Not the focused kind of quiet. This was the kind of stillness that made you wonder what storm was brewing under it.
I leaned back in the passenger seat, arms crossed, replaying Media Day like a highlight reel.
Did I say something wrong? No.
Did a reporter push one of his buttons? Possibly. But he hadn’t snapped a mic in half or launched a folding chair, so that felt like progress.
The silence dragged until it was impossible to ignore.
“Alright,” I said finally, glancing at him. “If you’re gunning for the world record in passive-aggressive sulking, congrats, you’re in first place.”
His hands tightened on the wheel before he finally spoke.
“Kelvin, huh?”
Oh. So that’s what this was about.
“Kelvin what?” I asked, already
