“I think it’s more about the company,” Van says, and my heart takes this as its cue to run amok, beating wildly in my chest. I don’t know how to respond, so I go with teasing. Trying to play it off while also tucking it away into my core memories. “All those ladies at the pool today, huh?” He snorts, but when I glance over, his expression is sincere. Vulnerable. Definitely not his typical cocky mask. I sway on my feet, thoughts humming. “It’s you, Mills.” “Oh,” is all I can manage.
