The third sign was the reflection of Dad’s face in the gilt-edged dining room mirror. Scott Riordan was smiling faintly, like he always did when he got his way. But his eyes were glittering as they followed his wife’s progress into the kitchen, and Jake could read their expression even though he’d never seen anything quite like it before. His father was utterly furious.
Father like son. Controlling of partner and will do what ever he wants to feel in control again.
