"We wouldn't dare—"
Adrian casually opened his mouth to speak, but his words snapped off the instant his eyes landed on someone. That laid-back gaze turned sharp like a blade in seconds.
Nelson.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
Adrian's voice dropped, frosty and edged with hostility, as he stared straight at him.
Claire stuck both hands into her apron pockets, casting a glance his way too.
"Our lovely aunt brought him over. Said he was a guest or whatever. Big brother tried kicking him out, but the guy just thick-skinned his way in. Wasn't much we could do."
Compared to the chill in Adrian's tone, Claire sounded way more indifferent about Nelson.
She honestly didn't feel anything toward him anymore—no love, no hate. Just total disinterest. Not even worth a second
