After a few moments of blank staring, Arden smiled humorlessly.
What nasty, selfish thoughts he was having. He really was that hateful woman’s son through and through.
In willful rejection, he picked up the blowdryer and made his bangs hang down to cover his face. Then, he picked up his glasses and put them on.
A time later, dressed in a cable-knit and tight-collared sweater, Arden carried a bag full of stuff and headed out to rejoin Kade.
…
The other man was sitting on a couch in Addie’s apartment, waiting for his video call to be picked up. The half an hour he had spent walking from the office to the apartment building had allowed him to let off some steam and release most of his anger at his sister.
He couldn’t really blame her for having such deep-seated doubts about him. He had
