You’re not listening to me, are you?” Blinking, Riley looked up from her seat at the breakfast bar. “I am,” she lied. “Oh yeah?” said Tao, doubt heavy in his voice. “What did I just say?” She pursed her lips. “I’m still processing it.” “What exactly are you processing?” “Let’s not revisit the past, Tao.” He closed his eyes and banged his empty mug on the counter. “Too early for this shit, Porter. Too early.”
