HAVEN POV
Wesley stomped to the front door, and I picked up my blanket and my backpack and took them back into our bedroom with me. Even though Wesley’s shirt provided more than enough coverage, I still felt awkward talking to his dad while wearing nothing else. Especially since we’d only met one time.
I slipped on a pair of the pajama pants Wesley had grabbed for me that belonged to Maddie, then I made my way back into the kitchen. I found Harrison sitting at the counter on a barstool, and Wesley washing dishes at the sink, avoiding his dad’s gaze. Annoyance rolled off of Wesley in waves, filling the room with tension as thick and as sticky as tar.
My head swiveled back and forth between the two of them, observing the similarities in their body language and the way they wouldn’t look a
