Alex stopped in the kitchen doorway, his gaze sweeping the room. His dad, the scary widow, Sarah and his brother. No one looked happy. At least he wouldn’t be bringing the mood down. “Where’s Nell?”
“What do you mean? I thought she was with you.” Sarah looked alarmed.
“I had to take a call.” He didn’t think he was outside that long. Had she slipped past this room? Was she worried about facing Ben? That didn’t seem like her.
“Perhaps she wished to refresh herself before joining us,” Mrs. St. Cyr said.
They both needed to freshen up a lot, Alex conceded, but something in the old lady’s eyes bothered him. Her lashes swept down, as if she sensed his interest and just like that his brain went from fuzzy to clear.
He knew the power of a stare. He was a cop, so he deployed it. She held it pr
