Chapter Forty Five

“My brother is coming over.”

Galene nearly dropped her knife as her gaze shot to Harper. “What? I thought he’d gone back to your parents.”

“Relax. Kevin is staying with friends on campus.” Harper closed the fridge and eyed Galene’s sandwich. “What’s with the sudden tuna obsession?”

“I’m not comfortable around him.”

“Well, he’s not here to see you. You can’t stop me from seeing my brother in my home.”

“Fine. I’ll leave. When will he arrive?” Galene felt annoyance at having to evacuate the premises. After a long week, she craved her bed and the familiar.

“In about thirty. Let Kevin apologize and forgive him. He’s getting professional help.”

Galene’s stomach turned. He scared her on some level, and she’d rather avoid contact. It’s a beautiful evening—I’ll head to the beach.”

“You know I hate the smell of fish,” Harper grumbled. “You baked sea bass last night. What’s that?” She pointed at the Halibut defrosting in the corner.

“Tomorrow’s meal. I don’t tell you what to eat.”

“Yeah—but fis