"Do you want me to stop the press?" Tristan asked, leaning lazily against Adam's desk, his tone far too casual for the hour.
"Yes," Adam replied without hesitation. His voice carried the weight of command, but then it softened as he glanced at his friend. "And... I'm sorry for asking you to come this late."
Tristan smirked, arms folding across his chest. "Late? Please. Gwen was here tonight, remember? I had the honor of driving your sister home. And honestly, I wouldn't have minded if the drive took... oh, three or four extra hours."
Adam's eyes narrowed into a stare that could gut a lesser man. Tristan, of course, remained entirely unbothered.
"What?" he said with a grin, feigning innocence. "Your sister's a grown woman, Adam. You can glare all you want, but it's about time she and I stop pretending we don't... enjoy each other's company. You might as well get used to it."
