Eden’s POV
I spend most of my time on the back porch. This mansion of a home is pressed right against the river, the best place to watch the sunrise, and the sunset, but it would be better if the brothers were around to watch them with me.
Mason occasionally visits me in the backyard, or on the dock that protrudes out from the property, but even if Mason and I get along better nowadays, he isn’t the company I would prefer.
“They’re selling the heist object,” Mason mutters again, the same excuse he’s given me for about four days straight. “It takes time to find buyers and to evaluate them, just to make sure they won’t get screwed over in the process.”
“What is it?” I ask the same question I’ve asked in the days prior. “What was in the box?”
Mason looks off in the distance, the sun slow
