Alex gripped the steering wheel of Ben’s SUV, his gaze tracking Calvino’s return to his Humvee, the two bodyguards covering his retreat. When the Humvee pulled away, when it had passed him, Alex pulled into the spot they’d left. He wasn’t too shocked to pass up a prime parking spot.
He got out, but instead of going inside, he headed down the block. If he faced his dad now, he’d know…what would his dad know? What would Zach see in Alex’s face? Alex sure as hell didn’t know what he felt, what he thought.
He was a guy. They hated feelings. Except being pissed. Okay, so he was pissed. He turned the corner, relieved to be out of sight of the house. He should be pissed. His dad had—what? Alex stopped, looked back the way he came. What had his dad done? Just the facts.
Calvino had come to thei
