Page 140 of Well That Happened

I try to laugh, but it comes out thin.

“Goodnight, Ri.”

“’Night, Fletch.”

I step away before I crumble completely.

Because that’s the thing about being loved like that—it makes lying feel even worse.

I kick off my shoes, step into my room, and exhale—

Only for Caleb to knock on the doorframe half a second later.

He grins like he’s already forgiven me for the kick under the table. “Just wanted to say goodnight to my girlfriend.”

I narrow my eyes. “Is that code for something?”

He steps closer, wraps his arms around my waist, and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Code for this.”

It’s sweet.

Warm.

Predictably Caleb. My heart soars.

He pulls back. “Sleep tight, princess.”

He walks out just as Hunter appears in the hallway.

They exchange a brief, silent standoff.

Then Hunter steps in.

Doesn’t ask. Doesn’t say anything at first. Just scans my face like he’s checking for a pulse or signs of emotional distress.

“You good?” he finally asks.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

He nods. Doesn’t leave.

“Did you need something?” I ask.

“Just checking on you.”

I blink. “Right.”

Then he steps in close—too close—and presses a kiss to my temple. It lingers just long enough to make my knees wobble.

Then he’s gone.

Except—

Grayson appears two seconds later, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe like a broody butler with secrets.

“Don’t tell me,” I say. “You’re here to check on me.”

“No,” he says, completely serious. “I’m here to tuck you in.”

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