Fiona’s POV
My father’s laugh echoed all the way up the stairs first, it felt so genuine, the kind he only let out when he was so comfortable around someone important. I paused at the very top of the stairs, and gripped the banister so hard my knuckles whitened.
“What the heck is he doing here?” I murmured to myself, rage fuming inside me.
Jalen was already inside, heading to the couch as if he lived here. Some part of me wanted never to see him again, but that was not the case. Because somehow, my soul kept yearning for his touch and his lips on mine.
My mother spotted me first. “Fiona, darling, come down. Look who came to check on you.”
I forced my legs to move. One step. Then another and I paused.
Dad clapped Jalen on the shoulder, grinning widely. “This one’s been asking
