Chapter 158. The Uninvited Guest

Tristan's POV

The moment I stepped through the front door, I smelled something cooking besides the aroma of coffee. Camille’s perfume mixed with garlic and rosemary. My jaw locked. And then I saw him. Rowan was sitting at my dinner table. He was holding a mug of coffee.

His suit jacket hung neatly on the back of his chair, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up like he was settling in for a comfortable evening. Camille was in the kitchen, back to us, humming as if this was some domestic, happy family scene. Elona stood beside me, her hand brushing my arm, as if she could already sense the fury coiling inside me. I didn’t bother to hide it.

“You didn’t show up at the Crane Industries board meeting this morning,” I said, my voice low and edged like glass. “And now I find you here.” 

Rowan glanced up at me witho