Hannah
As soon as I stepped through the front door, Noah was there waiting for me like a guard dog on duty, his arms crossed over his chest and a stern expression etched onto his face.
“There you are,” he said, his tone clipped. “I trust you had a good time gallivanting around town with your new... friend?”
I rolled my eyes, brushing past him toward the sitting room with my shopping bags in hand. “Don’t be so dramatic, Noah. Drake and I were just having a friendly outing.”
“A friendly outing?” Noah echoed, following on my heels. “Hannah, the two of you were parading around the most high-profile spots in town like you were on a honeymoon.”
Turning to face him, I arched a brow. “Well, how else was I supposed to show Drake a good time? He’s our guest, after all—and an impo
