. . .
I escaped toward the kitchen before anyone could stop me.
Behind me, I heard Nathan laugh. "Come on!"
Without waiting for permission, he lightly caught Knox by the wrist and started leading him toward the lounge.
"You've got to sit here."
Ethan was already clearing space on the coffee table. "Best seat in the house."
"You can't answer questions standing in the hallway."
I risked a glance over my shoulder as I reached the kitchen doorway.
Knox hadn't resisted.
He let the twins guide him through the house with surprising ease, his tall frame moving between them as though he'd already accepted that escaping their curiosity was impossible.
His expression remained unreadable. Reserved.
His gaze swept over the living room at the old family photographs on the shelve. Then his ey
