The kitchen is quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the scrape of a chair against the floor. Jameson stood at the counter, nursing a mug of coffee like it personally offended him.

“You sure this is a good idea?” he asked without looking up.

Liam scoffed, pulling open a cupboard. “You don’t have a lot of options right now.”

Jameson huffed a breath, jaw flexing. “I’m not talking about me.”

Liam paused for a moment, then shut the cupboard a little harder than necessary. “Yeah. Well. She doesn’t like you either.”

Jameson finally looked up, grey eyes flat but sharp. “We just keep our distance. Do the work. Try not to kill each other.”

Liam studied him for a long second, then gave a sharp nod. “That’s the plan.”

Jameson takes a slow sip of coffee. “Plans have a way of going to hell around here.” He muttered.