It was.
Sorry I wasn’t more clear. We’re at the house. Can you still make it?
Sebastian stared at his phone, his brow pulling down in a deep frown.
The message felt off. There was no explanation for why they had taken so long to respond to him or why they hadn’t answered when he called.
Surely Viggo wasn’t angry with him for getting mixed up about where they were meeting? Sebastian chewed on his lip, dismissing the thought. Viggo didn’t strike him as the kind of guy who got upset over things like that, and neither did Bjorn. At any rate, Sebastian wasn’t convinced that he was the one who’d made a mistake.
He could have sworn Viggo said they were meeting at the apartment. He’d been doubting himself before, but now he was circling back to thinking he’d remembered correctly.
Everything about the situation felt weird and off, and a pit formed in the bottom of Sebastian’s stomach.
He wondered if something had happened to make Viggo and Bjorn reconsider wanting him in their pack. He could imagine them talking to each other after he left, reconnecting and having fun just the two of them, deciding that their relationship didn’t need a third and that they should figure out a way to let Sebastian down gently.
He pushed that thought out of his mind. Even if Viggo and Bjorn had done a one-eighty, there was no use worrying about it until he’d talked to them.
Before he could second-guess himself any longer, Sebastian called Viggo.
The phone went right to voicemail.
“What the fuck?” Sebastian mouthed, annoyed. Viggo hadjusttexted him. Why wasn’t he picking up?
Hey, I can’t talk right now. Work call. Are you on your way? Miss you.
The last two words in the message went a long way to making Sebastian feel better, as did the excuse for why he hadn’t picked up or texted him back.
It wasn’t out of character for Viggo to be distracted with work. The fact that he’d left Sebastian alone with Bjorn on his first day because of a work emergency spoke to that.
Sebastian checked the time. If he left the apartment now, he could be at the house by seven-thirty. That still left enough time for both dinner and a movie and whatever fun they wanted to have afterward, so the night was by no means ruined.
Since the alternative was to go home to his angry mother, Sebastian didn’t even have to think before sending off his reply.
Miss you, too! On my way:)
Rushing out of the penthouse, Sebastian jogged down the street to where he’d parked the Jeep. As he climbed behind the wheel, he got another text from Viggo that just read:
ETA?
Sebastian squinted, a little thrown by the brusque nature of the message, but then he decided that Viggo was probably just busy with his work thing. Putting the address of the house into the maps app on his phone, he looked at the estimated time of arrival given by the app and sent that in reply.
Viggo left him on read, but that was fine. He was probably just wrapping up his work thing so that he could be free when Sebastian got there.
Relieved that he hadn’t let his insecurity get the better of him, Sebastian turned on the radio and pulled out of the parking space, on his way.
* * *
An hour later, Sebastian pulled up in Viggo and Bjorn’s driveway, shooting the motorcycle and SUV parked in front of the house a curious glance. The SUV had to be the one Viggo had mentioned, while the bike probably belonged to Bjorn.
At least that was Sebastian’s assumption, given all the motorcycle outfits he’d seen in Bjorn’s half of the closet, not to mention the motorcycle riding leathers that Bjorn had worn the day he first met him.
The mental image of Bjorn straddling the massive bike, decked out in head-to-toe leather, had the front of Sebastian’s pants feeling suddenly cramped.
Climbing out of the Jeep, Sebastian jogged up the driveway. Feeling bold, he walked into the house without knocking.
“Hello?” Sebastian called, closing the door behind him and toeing off his shoes. He walked down the hall. “I’m here. Are you guys in the living room?”
There was no reply. Sebastian huffed, feeling an annoying sense of déjà vu, and sped up until he reached the living room.
