Tatie’s POV
As soon as Kyler and Claude had stepped out the door, Tatie rounded on Angela like a storm gathering speed. There was a sharpness in her eyes, but her voice remained gentle.
"Why are you always so cold to him?" she asked, folding her arms as she leaned against the back of the couch.
Angela didn’t respond right away. She busied herself collecting the empty glasses from the coffee table, brushing crumbs into her hand with exaggerated care.
"He’s messy," she muttered. "You saw the floor. Does he live like that everywhere?"
Tatie raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Ange. This isn’t about the floor."
Angela let out an exasperated breath but didn’t look up. She moved to straighten the cushions next, fluffing them like they were suddenly the most important task in the world.
Tatie wai
