She stopped in the center of the room, her gaze sweeping over the trio. She took in Finnegan (freshly showered, wet hair, looking mildly shell-shocked), Jax (clutching a wrench, sweating, looking intensely guilty), and Ginny (chopping strawberries with the manic, terrifying intensity of a serial killer).
Elana’s eyes narrowed. The Alpha-Mom Radar pinged loudly, practically echoing off the stainless steel appliances.
"Why is the air so thick in here?" Elana asked, bouncing Briar slightly to keep her fussy whimper at bay. "And why does Finnegan look like he just wrestled a kraken in the shower? What are you boys hiding?"
Jax panicked. He literally stopped breathing. He opened his mouth, and Finnegan knew—he could feel it in his gut—that his honest, apple-chewing, i***t of a brother was ab
