“Speaking of dreary …” I start and his mouth twitches, his eyes dropping down to my face. “Can't say I have sole claim on that emotion. Tell me what's going on with your parents, Pax.” “You should head upstairs and get dressed, wake those other arseholes up. Takes them longer to get ready than it does you.” “You're avoiding the question,” I say, but Pax is already slipping away from me, pulling his arms out from underneath Michael's leather jacket and stepping back.
