That refusal to admit something’s there—
Right up until it explodes.
And those two?
They’re already halfway there.
“You’re staring.”
Olivia’s voice pulls me back.
I glance down at her.
She’s leaning against the railing beside me now.
Close.
Comfortable.
Like she belongs there.
“You noticed,” I say.
“I always notice.”
That gets a real smile out of me.
“Those two,” I nod slightly toward Clay and Hannah.
“What about them?” she asks.
“They’re going to either kill each other,” I say, “or end up together.”
She studies them for a second.
Longer than most people would.
Because she sees things.
Understands things.
Then—
“Both,” she says.
I huff out a quiet laugh.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Probably both.”
Her shoulder brushes lightly against mine.
Not accidental.
Not unsure.
Just… there.
“You think they know?” she asks.
