Nathan’s POV
She hadn’t stayed long—barely enough time to create her usual kind of drama before vanishing as quickly as she came.
“Finally! So, what’s the story? What happened? Don’t hold out on me, Nathan,” he yelled at the empty street in front of me. “Calm down, Aiden.”
“Calm down? You’ve been acting all mysterious, sneaking a girl into your house, and now you’re telling me to calm down?” he says, his tone full of exaggerated outrage.
“You’ll get the details tomorrow,” I reply, keeping my tone cool.
“Tomorrow?” Aiden groans loudly into the phone. “Why not now? You’re killing me here.”
“Because I have more important things to deal with right now,” I say, my tone sharpening slightly.
“More important than giving me the play-by-play? Unbelievable.” Aiden’s words are dripping with moc
