I can see the exact moment Beau reads about what happened in the dining room. Something flashes in his eyes. He tries to hide it, but I still see it. And Gods help me, it looks a hell of a lot like amusement. I know I’m in for a world of torment.
Oddly though, that amusement flickers in the next instant, into something almost like… worry. Not for me, surely. He can’t give a s**t about me. But Neil? Yeah, it’s got to be for Neil. Their dad is going to be pissed when he hears about this.
If he doesn’t know already.
“s**t,” he says aloud. “Fuck.”
I start to wonder if I should cover Mia’s ears.
“That f*****g i***t. Goddamn it. He’s going to catch so much s**t for this.”
My own concern is rising by the second, nearly reaching a boiling point. But right there beside it is amazement. I woul
