Both Roman and I turn our heads toward the direction the sound had come from.
Maximus Sterling is standing at the top of the spiral staircase, looking down at us, something resembling amusement swirling in his eyes.
Roman steps back, but not before giving me one last look that promises that he is far from done with me.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Max says as he starts to descend the stairs. “I was quite enjoying it.”
“Father,” Roman says curtly as he moves toward the staircase. “You didn’t let us know you’d arrived. Or that you were coming here.”
“I didn’t feel the need for an invitation. It is my home, after all.”
Maximus finally reaches the last step, his gaze darting between the two of us. “Though from what I walked in on, maybe I should’ve remained in the study.”
I cross my
