Chapter 183 Do You Even Know What Love Is?

• “Adrian!” Jack bellowed the moment he saw us.
• But the heat drained whatever threat he was trying to project. The sun was beating down hard, and he had clearly been standing out there long enough for sweat to run down his face. He kept dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief, which made his fury look more ridiculous than intimidating.
• “Stay in the car,” Adrian told me over his shoulder. Then he opened the door and stepped out.