For a moment, no one moved.
Wren's back was still against the wall, Theo's hand still at her jaw, the contract still held in his other hand. Standing in the doorway, Richard Whitfield's expression had shifted from mild curiosity to open confusion, while Elliot's face had gone perfectly, terrifyingly still.
Theo straightened first. He released Wren and stepped back, smooth enough that for half a second it almost looked deliberate, like nothing had happened at all.
"Dad." His voice came out calm. "Richard. I wasn't expecting you."
"Clearly," Elliot said. His eyes moved from Theo to Wren, staring at her for a long moment.
Wren kept her head bent, her heart racing.
Elliot's eyes moved back to his son. "We knocked, but no one answered."
Richard cleared his throat, glancing between the th
