"Shut up!" Gigi Vance hissed, her eyes burning with triumph and disdain.
Everyone in the room turned to look at Jack Brooks. Their gazes were sharp, filled with accusation and annoyance. To them, he was a buzzing fly, a jinx trying to curse the treatment because of his own bruised ego.
Jack shrugged his shoulders, unfazed by the collective hostility.
"Fine," he muttered. "I'll be downstairs. Call me when the screaming starts."
He turned and walked out of the bedroom, his hands in his pockets. He descended the grand staircase, found a comfortable leather sofa in the corner of the living room, and sprawled out. He pulled out his phone and started playing a mobile game, looking for all the world like a bored teenager waiting for his parents to finish a meeting.
Upstairs, the atmosphere s
