When I opened my door, Sydney was lounging on my sofa in a gown, sipping the coffee I'd bought.
The provocation in her eyes was unmistakable.
"This is my home—why wouldn't I be here?" I replied flatly.
"But it's also Darwin's home," she countered, smiling sweetly before mouthing the words at me, "It's about to be my home too."
Today was Terrence's succession ceremony. That explained why Sydney had recklessly left the hospital, no matter the cost.
The car rolled slowly out of the garage.
Sydney darted ahead of me and slipped into the front passenger seat without hesitation.
"What's that smell in here? So sweet it's disgusting," she complained, then pulled out a bottle of perfume and sprayed the backseat several times.
As soon as I got in, the cloying scent hit my throat, making me cough.
"Nadine, not used to this perfume? Rence bought it for me," she said coyly, leaning closer to Terrence.
"Rence, smell—don't you think it's lovely?"
Her gown was cut so low it left her pale cleavage in plain view.
"Mhm. You're the loveliest scent of all," Terrence replied, his gaze sliding over her chest before locking with mine in the rearview mirror.