His mouth twitches, but he doesn’t rise to the bait.
Instead, he heads straight for the back of the truck, unlocking a panel and checking something on the cryogenic unit.
And I—well.
I follow.
Because I’m curious.
And because this?
This is cool as hell.
“Okay,” I say, leaning slightly to peek over his shoulder. “I need you to explain this to me like I’m five.”
He glances at me.
Then, back at the system.
“Temperature control. Backup power. GPS tracking. Tamper alerts,” he says, tapping a few things on the panel. “If anything goes wrong, I know immediately.”
I blink.
“That is, insanely impressive. Can I take some pics?”
He shrugs, but I can see it—that little flicker of pride he tries to hide.
“Micah built most of it,” he says. “I just make sure it works.”
“Uh-huh,” I reply. “And I just casually film content that pays my bills.”
That gets me a look.
A real one.
“Fair,” he mutters.
I grin.
God, this is nice.
Easy.
Familiar in a way that makes my chest ache a little.
I snap a few photos with my phone. Casually take one of Benji looking at something on the bottom of the truck.
Christ, he’s so damn hot.
Alex climbs out of the backseat then, pulling off his headphones.
“Uh—hey,” he says, giving me a shy smile.
“Hey,” I reply warmly. “What are you listening to?”
His whole face lights up.
“It’s this podcast about unsolved cyber crimes—like how people hide their digital footprint and stuff?—”
