Part One- Mason moved into the station, the way the weather moves in gradually, then all at once. First, it was tools. A red metal toolbox appeared beside the compressor in the bay. Then a duffel bag landed near the office couch, “temporarily,” according to the man who said temporary, as it had no history of becoming permanent. Then boots by the back door. The coffee was already brewing when Rae came downstairs. Then he, shirtless, was in her kitchen at six in the morning, making eggs in a skillet too small for his ambitions. She stopped in the doorway and started. “You're in my house.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Apartment.” “You're shirtless.” “You say that like it's criticism.” He plates eggs with insulting charm. Rae crossed her arms. “Who permitted you?” “You left a key.” “I gave you a key to lock the bay after hours.” “Exactly. I locked it. Then unlocked this.” She narrowed her eyes. He slid a plate towards her. “Eat before you get meaner.” “I
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