Henry, however, clearly did not share the humor. Several emotions flickered across his face, through his eyes. Fury followed by disbelief followed by fear, and then rounding back to fury where it started all over again.
When he finally managed to say something, his voice was low but resolute. “I’m not letting you meet him on your own. You can’t.” Henry’s lips set in a line as he shook his head. “I won’t let you.”
“Well, then.” Theo hugged the book to his chest: the best he could get to crossing his arms without yet shelving it. “It’s a good thing I neither asked for nor need your permission.”
“Theo.”
“Henry.” Theo made a point of inhaling deeply. “He wants to speak with me. Not us. You know his opinion of you. And if he’s…interested in me…he’ll be more forthcoming if he believes I’ve s
