The words dropped like bombs in the room. Rose looked like she had been slapped, while James's face hardened, his jaw working overtime to keep from exploding. Sophie froze in place, her expression carefully wiped clean of emotion, though her grip on the thermos turned her knuckles bone white.
Matthew, who had been watching the whole mess unfold from his corner, finally jumped in. "Hold up, Brad. You just blew back into town. You have no clue what Amelia is actually like."
All those high-speed crashes must have finally fried his brain, Matthew thought, wisely keeping that little gem to himself.
Brad shifted to face his big brother, Mr. Perfect Gray, with his pressed suits and company-man routine. "Seriously, bro? I always pegged you as the one with a functioning brain. What happened? You drinking the same Kool Aid as them?"