RYLAN'S POV
I brought the car to a halt in Camilla's garage. By the time I got to the entrance of her house, she was already on the front porch.
Her eyebrows drew together in a slight frown. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?” Her tone didn't seem like she was surprised in any way. She added, “Don't get this old woman wrong. You never come here except she's here,”
I rolled my eyes. “There's an exception to that,”
Her lips thinned into a defiant line. “Which is?”
The anger I'd shoved aside earlier came flooding back, “Maybe because I'm sick and tired, of you and my parents always trying to create a new path for me,” I said, in one rushed breath.
If Camilla was surprised, she did a good job keeping it away from her facial expression. “I just made the freshest Christmas muf
