Chapter 7 Take Till You Break

[Dante] I settled into the back seat, scrolling through emails on my phone, though my focus was far from the screen. From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Keith's glances through the rearview mirror. He didn't look away when our eyes met. Bold, as usual. Finally, I lifted my head. "Do, you need something?" I asked casually, my eyes still on the screen. His reaction was immediate-a small hitch of breath, followed by the slightest shift in his grip on the wheel. Keith wasn't the type to shrink under pressure, but he knew better than to test me. Especially with my unpredictable temper.  "Just... I've never seen you chat so much with a waitress before. Then you reported her? Seemed out of character." I let the silence settle. My fingers tapped against my phone screen. Keith shifted uncomfortably, glancing at me in the mirror again. He knew how much I disliked being stared at.  Keith was one of the few people who could get away with this kind of casual tone around me. He'd known