As Theon pulled his car into the driveway, the first thing he noticed was Ryan. The porch light cast long shadows across the front yard, turning the familiar figure into a restless silhouette pacing back and forth in front of the house.
Even from inside the car, Theon could feel the tension radiating off him.
"Shit."
The curse slipped out under his breath as he killed the engine. The dashboard clock glowed accusingly in the darkness.
12:17 A.M.
Theon rubbed his face before getting out of the car.
Relief flashed across Ryan's features so quickly that it was almost invisible when he spotted Theon. It disappeared just as fast and was replaced by irritation.
"Theon—"
"I know, it's really late. I'm sorry," Theon said before Ryan could speak another word. "I'm really sorry. I should've at least called. Or texted."
Ryan stared at him for a second. "Late?" he repeated. "You call this late? It's past midnight, Theon."
Theon's shoulders sank. "I know."
"I was worried," Ryan said.
