Chapter 209

Mason’s POV

6 Months Later.

The hum of low music filters through the walls of the club as I lean back in the leather chair, watching her from across the room. Harper is standing beside the desk, arms crossed, brow furrowed as she stares at the latest blueprints Nathan insisted on pinning to the whiteboard like gospel. She’s wearing one of those loose cotton shirts that hangs off her shoulder, paired with a pencil skirt that hugs her hips like a secret only I get to touch. Her hair’s tied up, messy from the humidity, and she’s talking fast, her hands slicing the air like her words need space to breathe.

“I’m telling you, Mason, putting that room there will just bottleneck everything. The play spaces are already tight on rotation nights. Add another enclosed room right off the hallway? It’ll feel like walking through a damn maze.”