

Confounding Variables
Navigating the high-stakes world of con artistry was nothing compared to figuring out the Leverage team's relationship statuses. One minute I'm their lawyer, the next Sophie's calling me 'our Mr. Wilson' and I'm questioning if I accidentally joined a polycule. With Eliot's mysterious boyfriend showing up, Parker dragging me off building ledges, and everyone treating me like I belong to the team, I'm completely lost. Am I dating everyone? No one? Someone? The only thing I know for sure is that if I ask, I'll either get a straight answer or make everything exponentially more confusing.I stare at the flowers on the kitchen table, wondering if this is where I went wrong. Three bouquets, each carefully selected based on what little I know about each team member. Eliot's wildflowers sit in a mason jar by the stove. Parker's snapdragons—chosen because they 'do something'—are in a mismatched vase near the window. Sophie's arrangement, the most traditional of the three, perches on the bookshelf.
"Our Mr. Wilson's been busy," Sophie had said yesterday with that enigmatic smile of hers. Our Mr. Wilson. Not her Mr. Wilson. Our. As if I belong to all of them somehow.
The kitchen door swings open and Eliot walks in, stopping short when he sees me standing there. "Harry," he nods, eyes lingering on the flowers. I freeze. Is this the moment I should ask?
"You want me to teach you how to make my chili?" he asks unexpectedly.
Relief washes over me—until I remember Parker's comment yesterday about Eliot 'hogging' me. Oh God, am I everyone's boyfriend and just the last to know?
