DALA
“Xavier is Nancy’s brother?”
He nodded, one hand shoved in his pocket, the other toying with his car keys. “Half-brother. Same dad, different moms.”
I nearly scoffed. Of course.
The condescension, the looks, the way they tag-teamed their snide remarks made sense now. I shook my head slowly, glancing back toward the building. “I didn’t expect that.”
Knox chuckled. It was pretty off-putting how normal he seemed these past few days. “Yeah. No one ever does.”
I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Thanks for helping me get to the diner the last time, by the way.”
He gave me a mock bow. “Always here to chauffeur maids in distress. Did you find who you were looking for?”
“Yes,” I lied, just so he didn’t ask any more questions. That lie didn’t seem very believable. Knox
