Chapter 13
Mal’s eyes told him the other man got the message. He gave a slight nod as he turned away.
Dan headed down the hall to Darrel’s room.
When he opened the door, he was sure he detected a whiff of marijuana. He saw the window was open, although the evening temperature was still quite cool. Sprawled on the bed with his iPad on his stomach, Darrel looked up, his usual sullen frown firmly in place. He jerked the light headphone off.
“Whadda ya want? You could knock, you know.”
Dan shrugged. “Figured you’d have your ear buds in and the music cranked up to where you couldn’t hear me. Anyway, this may be your room, more by tradition than reality, but it’s my house.”
For an instant, pure rage and hatred flashed across his stepbrother’s round face while his lips shapedrude words he did not say aloud. Still, “fuck you” hung in the air between them.
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