Someone pounded on the door and my heart jumped in response. “Who in the world…?” I rose to answer and was surprised to see my cousin standing on the doorstep. Although I hadn’t seen him in more than five years, I recognized his mother’s blonde hair and his father’s dark blue eyes. “Jason?”
Nora hovered at my shoulder.
“Good. You’re both here,” he said, barging inside.
I didn’t remember him as rude, but there wasn’t much I did know about him. “I didn’t realize you knew where I lived.”
“Jeannine told me.” He glared at Nora, and then at me.
His sister, Jeannine, and I had reconnected on amicable terms. Jason’s attitude indicated he wasn’t interested in being friendly. What could Nora and I possibly have done to warrant such animosity? Then again, his parents hadn’t spared much love for me despite taking me in after my own parents had died.
I fought to find my manners, even if he seemed to have lost his. “Nora, this is Jason Hanson. Uncle Jerome and Aunt Theresa’s son.”
Her voice was subdued. “So I gathered. How lovely to meet you, Jason.”
He leaned toward her, shaking a finger. “I know all about you. Stay away from me and my family. Both of you.”