did.
His eyes remained fixed on Dad.
“I know who that is.”
Dad adjusted Leo without answering.
Rowan swallowed. “Everybody knows who that is.”
“I’m sure not everybody does,” Dad said mildly.
Normally, Rowan would have recognized the dry humor.
Not today.
He looked at me again.
“Why is Gideon Sterling in our house?”
“Our house,” I repeated.
Something in my voice made him hesitate.
I hadn’t intended the words to sound that way, but once they were spoken, I understood what I meant.
The house had never felt less
