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“Nice place.” Ace doesn’t sit. Instead, he takes an apple and hovers by the door.
“Oh, it isn’t much, but it’s ours, and the view is worth its weight in gold.” Mom makes sure they all have a drink and some food before she finally sits down and loads her own plate.
“Does James go out of town a lot?”
“Your uncle works very hard.” Pride glitters in her eyes. “A lot of his clients are based out of Silicon Valley so he has to take the occasional trip here and there.”
I glance over at Ace and his eyes immediately snap to mine.
“Remi, sweetheart?” Mom’s voice pulls me back to the moment, and I blink over at her.
“Sorry, what?”
“I asked if you could pass me the syrup.”
“Oh, sure thing.”
“Can I use your bathroom, please?” Ace asks.
“Of course. It’s up the stairs, last door on the left.”
“Did you take a breath?” I ask Conner, who already has a clean plate.
He grins at me. “I was hungry.”
“I can make another batch of pancakes.” Mom gets up.
“Mom, you don’t have to do—“
“Nonsense.” She waves me off. “The boys are our guests. I can’t have them leaving here still hungry, Ellen would never let me live it down.”
Conner leans back in his chair, throwing an arm behind his head. “What did you think of the party last night?” His lips curve.
“I think you and your brothers need to do a better job at blending in.”
“Not likely.” He chuckles. Cole sits quietly beside him. He’s eaten his food, but he hasn’t said a single word.
It’s unnerving, but in a totally different way to Ace.
With Ace, what you get is what you see. He’s bold and gives zero fucks. He’d eat you alive if you let him get too close. But Cole is a silent threat. Quiet and calculating. He’s the kind of predator you would never see coming.
“I’m sure you’ll find your feet. Sterling Prep is a good school.” Mom catches my eye, and I narrow my gaze at her. She lets out a small sigh. “Okay, so some of the kids can be...”
“Total assholes?”
Conner snickers while Mom stares at me in disappointment. “Remi, that isn’t fair.”
“Really? You really want to do this now?” I glance at our guests.
“I’m just saying you need to give people a chance, sweetheart. They used to be your friends.”
I shoot up and edge toward the door. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“I’m sorry,” Mom calls after me, but I don’t look back. I’ve already heard enough.
Climbing the stairs two at a time, I reach my bedroom door only to find it ajar, which is weird because I always keep it closed. Old habits die hard.
“Hello?” I say, grabbing the handle and pushing it open.
