Theo's P.O.V
I know this is insane. Working again with the one person I should be avoiding, and pretending like nothing ever happened between us? Yeah, right.
Last night, out of nowhere, Elliot Crayson called me up to meet and go over some project details we'd agreed on. And now it's barely eight in the morning, and I've already been neck-deep in serious talk with these two. I didn't even get a chance to grab breakfast, I was out the door before the sun came up.
They said they didn't have time. But here they are, hijacking my morning and now just sitting there, whispering to each other like I'm not even in the room. I can't hear a damn word they're saying. What kind of meeting is this...?
"Theo, you okay?" Chester sets a cup of coffee in front of me, his face full of concern. Sweet, but this situation doesn't exactly leave room for sympathy.
