Ezra
Declan has been standing on Nathan’s patio for almost an hour, and the sight of him pacing back and forth like some overgrown guard dog is starting to irritate me more than it should.
Where the hell are they.
I told him to bring Nathan to me immediately, and yet he has been out there waiting like he is guarding royalty instead of summoning my brother to my office.
I glare out the window again.
No car.
No movement.
Just Lainey’s silhouette faintly visible through the front windows of Nathan’s house earlier, and that alone was enough to set my teeth on edge.
I drag a hand down my face and try to focus.
It is better if they are not home.
If they are out in public, then there are witnesses, and if anything happens, I will hear about it immediately.
That is the logical part of m
