Edge Pieces

Chapter 202: Playdates

DONOVAN

Brooks was in the living room when we arrived, on the floor with what appeared to be every single piece of a large puzzle spread across the carpet in deliberate, organized rows. He looked up when we came in. Looked at Gabe first—his face doing the immediate open thing it did for Gabe, the uncomplicated warmth.

Then he looked at me.

"Hello," he said. Polite. Preci