"Your tone's way too controlled, words a bit too precise, and that slight twitch between your brows? Yeah... plus the way your fingers tensed—dead giveaway. You’re lying."
Ethan Shaw always caught the tiniest details. "Come on, what’s going on today?"
"What if I said it’s because of Nora?"
"What about her?"
"She used to come over like this before too, right? Just drop by for dinner?"
"Yeah, she’s Grandpa’s student, pretty much his god-granddaughter."
"So she’s tight with everyone in your family, like she’s part of the clan?"
"More or less."
"And now she still thinks she is? Just shows up whenever? Talks about the old days with you like it’s no big deal? Throws shade at me in front of your family? Takes the passenger seat next to you like it's hers?"
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