Chapter 152

Mason’s POV

Nathan’s been rubbing his face like he’s about to walk into a war zone instead of a restaurant.

He hasn’t said much since we left the house, but the way he keeps dragging his hands over his face and muttering under his breath tells me everything I need to know. He’s bracing himself, trying to hold on to the last thread of control he’s got left before Harper cuts it clean.

I don’t blame him. She’s been quiet for all of five minutes. That alone is suspicious.

I glance at him from the driver’s seat, watching as he scrubs his palms over his eyes and exhales slowly. “You alright over there?”

He mutters something that sounds vaguely like a prayer for patience.

From the back seat, Harper lets out a long, dramatic sigh that fills the space like the