Ryan
Fred stormed into the house, his intentions clear as day, and with me hot on his heels. I shut the front door behind me with the back of my foot and followed him into the foyer, where he'd placed the gift bags he'd been carrying at the foot of the stairs.
Layne was nowhere to be found, but I assumed she might be somewhere in the house with the twins.
He turned when he heard the sound of my footfalls, pinning me with a heated gaze, but I wasn't fazed.
“How dare you show your face here after what you did to my daughter,” he seethed, his fingers balled into tight fists by his side, and I sighed.
“Can we do this after dinner, preferably when we're alone and the kids won't walk in on us at any given moment?” I asked, my tone hinging on sarcasm, but that statement only seemed to rile h
