Vanessa rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Oh my God, Ethan. They’re dishes.”
“No,” he snapped. “What’s serious is an eight-months-pregnant woman crying over a sink at ten at night while the rest of you sit in here eating food I paid for.”
Courtney crossed her arms.
“Olivia acts exhausted all the time.”
Madison nodded immediately.
“She stays home anyway.”
Ethan stared at them in disbelief.
“She’s carrying my child.”
Diane’s expression hardened instantly.
“And she lives in my house.”
That sentence destroyed whatever patience he still had left.
Ethan inhaled slowly.
“No,” he said quietly. “This is my house. I bought it. I pay every bill here. And tonight, the free ride ends.”
The room went still.
Vanessa frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
