“You can’t be here,” I hiss, keeping my voice low. “Brandon will be here any minute.” “What is Blandon up to these days?” he drawls, shaking the snow from his hair onto me. I gasp. “You little mother—” “Finally!” My dad laughs, scooping Ambrose into a bear hug. “I was waiting on you to get here. You want some coffee?” “This isn’t happening.” I groan, pressing into my temples. “I’m a good person, so this isn’t happening.” “Coffee would be great, Sol.” “Sol?”
