When Theo told his brother he had something to do, what he meant was that he needed a moment alone to wonder why he cared so much for someone he’d only just met. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. That was more than enough thinking for the moment.
He turned on the computer and tried to distract himself by paying some invoices. If that didn’t distract him, he was hopeless.
A minute later, he pushed back and tossed his mouse on the desk. This is ridiculous. I’ve never been like this before. It was entirely out of character. He was the sensible one who maintained control no matter what. Theo looked at the framed photo he kept on his desk, taken during earlier and happier times. He was ten, standing beside his mom while she held baby Marco. He’d kept that photo over the years n
