JAX ROMANO
By the time we landed in Paris, the tension had eased slightly. Silver had grudgingly apologized to me, something I knew he did because of Delilah.
My brother and I have never seen eye to eye on certain things.
And I had promised to make it up to both of them. We separated at the airport—Silver to his penthouse, he and Delilah took the same limo, it made me jealous and angry. And I took that anger home, where my wife was waiting.
I pulled into my driveway just after 8pm, exhausted and still irritated about the ruined weekend. The house was dark except for a light in the living room. Emilia was probably waiting up to interrogate me about the "model scouting trip."
I grabbed my bag from the trunk and headed inside, already preparing my lies. The door was unlocked, which was u
