Theo’s POV
The pen keeps tapping against the wood, my rhythm matching the seconds ticking by on the clock. I glance at the time again, and then again, like looking might somehow make it move faster.
“Theo,” Nathan’s voice slices clean through my thoughts. “You do realise you’re not seeing her tonight, right?”
My eyes narrow, and he just chuckles like it’s all amusing to him.
“She’s with Mason. She needs one night alone with each of us to figure out if this is something she wants. And we need it too, to make sure it can actually work.”
“Mason took over my night,” I remind him flatly.
“That’s because you didn’t do what you were supposed to,” he snaps. Then he stops himself and glares at me. “Look at the group chat. How many times the day Harper was coming did I tell you to sign the f**
