"Big sis!" he exclaimed, hurrying over.
He dropped into the seat across from me, the chair scraping noisily against the floor. Dennis had grown since I'd last seen him—no longer the scrawny, wide-eyed kid I'd picked up years ago. His shoulders were broader, his features sharper, but there was still a youthful eagerness in the way he grinned.
"Nice bike," I said, nodding toward the machine parked outside. "Isn't that the new model this year?"
He laughed, his pride impossible to hide. "You've still got an eye for these things. Yeah, it's the latest."
I smiled faintly, the memory of my own love for motorcycles flickering to life. Back then, Cayden had always ensured I had the best—one of the few indulgences he allowed me.
Dennis hesitated, the smile slipping from his face for a fraction of a second. "Aubrey," he said carefully, "have you eaten enough? Let me take you home. Mr. Cooper's arranged everything for you. You'll love the house, I promise."
I paused, the weight of his words settling heavily in my chest. "Where is he?"
Dennis hesitated, his eyes flicking away for a brief moment. "You know how it is—busy with work."