“Do people just walk into your house like they own the place?” Hugh asked Curran. “You have no idea,” Curran told him. Dali set the box on the table in front of Hugh. “I need to know what this is.” “I’m eating,” he said. I took my coffee cup off the table and moved out of the way. This should be interesting. Dali’s eyes lit up. “You listen to me—” “You barged into the house of the closest person I have to a sister and you interrupted my breakfast.”
