Grayson checked his watch for the third time in as many minutes, pacing the small café where he'd arranged to meet Morgan. He'd deliberately arrived early to secure a quiet corner table, away from potential eavesdroppers. The location was public enough to prevent a scene but private enough for the conversation they needed to have.

Nate sat across from him, calmly sipping an espresso, his expression impassive. "Relax. You look like you're about to face a firing squad, not your ex."

"I might ...