Better get it over with. Rhy was going to find out sooner or later that Cal was in town. “He was the one teacher at school I didn’t want to set on fire.” I shrugged, bringing the bottle to my lips. “So you saw Cal.” Rhyland’s eyebrows were floating somewhere above the atmosphere. “Briefly,” I grunted. “Wanna talk about it?” “Hard pass. She did enough talking for the entire decade.” “Still adorably weird, I see.” He plastered his palms against the designer bar between us. “Well, if you wanna talk about it, we can grab a beer after we close.”
