CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
NORMAL NIGHT
When the doorbell rings, I hurry down, clutching my notes. Jack is still sprawled across the couch, groaning into a cushion like the world has wronged him personally.
I open the door, and Theo leans casually against the frame, that half-smile already tugging at his lips. His gaze flicks past me to the couch.
“Well,” he says, lowering his voice but loud enough for Jack to hear, “at least someone had a productive night.”
Jack lifts his head just enough to glare at him, eyes bloodshot. “Shut up.”
Theo just chuckles, stepping inside and brushing past me, smelling like fresh air and cologne. “Relax, man. I’ll keep it down. Wouldn’t want to disturb your… beauty sleep.”
Jack groans and buries his face again. I stifle a laugh and tug Theo toward the dining ta
