Dominic braced himself as he walked through the house towards the kitchen at the back. Will Davis was a nightmare of a man. He walked into places as if he owned them, even his younger brother’s house. Dominic had been as gracious as he could to Lewis’ family for Lewis’ sake, but now Lewis was gone he didn’t feel any obligation to be nice. The funeral was over, no need for formalities.
Now it was just a case of telling the bastard to get lost.
Will was outside on the terrace, leaning on the wooden railing. His back was to Dominic as he stepped outside. He didn’t even bother to turn around, staring out onto the lawn with the array of toys scattered about in the sunshine. Even on a Sunday, the man was dressed in his usual charcoal gray suit, one that he always wore for the office.
For some
