Chapter 71

• Mason’s POV
• My fingers tap rhythmically against the edge of the desk, the sound quiet but constant. Across from me, Nathan is muttering under his breath while shuffling through a thick stack of paperwork, swearing every few minutes as something else catches his attention or irritates him. He looks up from the pile with a sigh that’s almost theatrical and grumbles about the sheer overload of everything that still needs to be done.
• But my thoughts aren’t on the work. Not really. They’re elsewhere.