Claire’s
Sebastian was silent the entire drive back to the beach house. From earlier, he hadn’t looked at me or spoken. His face said it all; he was pissed. Too pissed to even bother looking or talking to me.
His forehead was furrowed; undeniable irritation was etched on his face. Earlier, he’d glared at me when I’d declared we were going home and not to ask questions. I’d pushed him out of the kitchen, probably hurting his ego.
I shrugged. It was my fault. When he’d asked Chelsea what was going on, I’d answered immediately. If I hadn’t, things could have gotten worse. I’d only tried to prevent a potential argument.
He immediately hopped out of the car after parking outside the house. He went inside without acknowledging me. His steps were heavy and hurried, avoiding me as if I were co
