“Don’t worry. I’m leaving tomorrow anyway,” Dale said as we headed upstairs.
The grin on his face told me exactly where this was going.
“Just make sure I actually get some sleep tonight. I’d hate to spend the night listening to suspicious noises through the walls.”
I shot him a warning look.
He immediately raised both hands in surrender and zipped his lips shut.
I shook my head. Even as a joke, I hated discussing anything personal.
“The walls are soundproof, right?” he called out when we reached the guest room.
The room was two doors down from the master suite.
“Go to sleep,” I said dryly. “You’re obviously overtired.”
His grin only widened.
“I’m proud of you, Enzo. You finally stood up to Dad. And somehow, you ended up winning the lottery with your stepsister.”
I wasn’t sure wh
