CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Luke and Jocelyn glanced at each other from across the dining table. Luke had only agreed to attend a dinner at the main house to keep his mom happy. He didn’t know why his dad was even there: Gregory seemed like he’d rather be anywhere else than with his family.
Juliet’s dogs sat at her feet, and she slipped them bits of meat as the meal progressed. Cosmo tried to go to Luke to beg, but Luke shooed the dog away. In revenge, it nipped at his ankle before returning to its mistress.
The dinner conversation was painful in its monotonousness. The same questions, the same answers. The same complaints about the weather, or the house, or the dogs. Juliet was perpetually complaining, while Gregory was perpetually irritated.
Luke wondered for the millionth time why his parents
