Chapter 43 The Rage

• Adrian POV
• I see them outside the diner on a Thursday evening, and my feet stop moving before my brain catches up.
• Tyler is standing close to her on the sidewalk, closer than the space between two people who are just talking, and his hand is on her waist in that specific way that isn't accidental. Not a brush. Not a casual graze. Deliberate. Settled. Like he's been working toward that placement for a while and finally got there.