Arden turned calmly as Gilbert stepped in, a small delivery box tucked under his arm. His eyes darted between the two men before narrowing. “Who invited this man again?”
“I was leaving,” Arden said smoothly. “My apologies for the intrusion. Jeffrey and I were merely catching up.”
“Catching up?” Gilbert repeated, scoffing. “You sound like you’ve been pen pals. You sure you’re not selling insurance?”
“Gil,” Jeffrey muttered, rubbing his temples. “Can we not—”
“No, we will,” Gilbert said firmly. “Because last time this man showed up, you ended up with more questions than answers. So, unless he’s here to pay another hospital bill, he can take his shiny shoes and—”
“—and go,” Jeffrey finished for him. “Yeah, I get it. But let him leave peacefully, please.”
Arden chuckled lightly. “I can a
