Chapter Twenty-Six
Whoever was at the door was leaning on the doorbell, and as far as Zac was concerned, they’d better have a damn good excuse. “I’m coming!” he called out as he finished pouring his coffee, knowing Diane was trying to sleep.
As he pulled open the door, a fist connected with his face and had him stumbling back. He felt his hot coffee splash his chest and the floor, and the mug shattered against the wall.
“What the f**k?” He landed on the ground and jumped back on his feet, staring at Sean, who was in the doorway with a smug expression.
“Sean, what are you doing?” Annie cried. “Did you hit him?” She was behind her husband, her hand on his arm. Both were dressed in sweats and hoodies as if they were getting ready to go for a run.
“Why in the hell did you hit me?” Zac sai
