“Why is he staying here exactly?” Henry iced out as he threw pointed looks in the direction of his old bedroom where Jack laid, passed out.
Julie shrunk back under his hard gaze and decided to tell him the truth. “Ever since the funeral yesterday, he has been staying here.”
“I don’t like this,” her adoptive brother bit out, eyes narrowed in annoyance.
“It’s not a permanent arrangement,” Julie let out meekly.
“I should hope not.”
The fiery redhead couldn’t stand the judgment in her brother’s tone any longer and told him bravely, “You have no right to be upset. He was drunk!”
“And I believe he has never been more truthful,” he countered immediately, his face inching towards hers.
It was dangerously close. Were they going to restart this game?
Julie paled at his words and tri
