"What are you doing here, Topher?" Will didn"t take his eyes off of Tricksy as she walked away from him. Every fiber of his being told him to run after her, to whirl her around and make her understand. He hadn"t done what he"d done to hurt her. He had just wanted to make her happy.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Topher moved into Will"s line of vision, but Will looked right through the man. "I do live here, you know. Technically, at least. It"s my permanent address."
Will glanced at his brother. That one glance caused concern where Will didn"t want to care. He tried not to see the bags under Topher"s eyes. He tried to ignore the wariness in the frown lines. He tried to shrug off the tension he saw in his brother"s shoulders.
The sound of the door to the guesthouse slamming shu
