Fiona’s POV.
One could cut through tension in the room with a knife.
I knew it’d be tense, but I didn’t expect the awkward silence and the unconcealed glares they were shooting his way. By his, I mean Neil.
Yes, I invited him.
Why? I’m not particularly sure. But the thought of a dinner with these three was so suffocating that I found myself standing in front of Neil’s room with the offer. Of course he’d agreed easily, eyes lighting with mischief and what I’m sure was glee at the thought that he’d find supremely in f*****g with the triplets by just showing up here.
I could see that Kane had wanted to toss him out of the room the moment he’d walked in, but it’d taken one stern look tossed in his direction for him to clench his jaw and channel his murderous glare elsewhere. Savio had mer
