Chapter 349

Other than that one flimsy excuse, Simon couldn't think of any other reason. Ethan had been out of it all night, and it was as if he hadn't even heard half of what Simon said. He looked lost in his own world. Simon, frustrated, slammed back a shot of whiskey. "Ethan?" he called. Only then did Ethan lift his head, his voice distant. "What is it?" "You good, man? You've been zoning out all night." Ethan rubbed his forehead, his fingers pressing into his temples when his phone buzzed quietly on the table. He glanced at the screen, then said flatly, "I'm leaving." Simon stared at him in disbelief. Seriously? Tonight's meeting—this whole damn setup—was Ethan's idea. He had practically twisted Simon's arm to come meet Grace and throw a project her way. Simon had agreed. Now, before they even finished the first drink, the guy was bailing? Simon clenched his teeth, feeling ridiculously stifled. "You—" He barely got the word out before Tim appeared to wheel Ethan out. Si