Chapter 57

• Claire’s
• Sebastian was silent the entire drive back to the beach house. From earlier, he hadn’t looked at me or spoken. His face said it all; he was pissed. Too pissed to even bother looking or talking to me.
• His forehead was furrowed; undeniable irritation was etched on his face. Earlier, he’d glared at me when I’d declared we were going home and not to ask questions. I’d pushed him out of the kitchen, probably hurting his ego.