Chapter Thirteen

Maddie stood back as Drew opened the door to admit his uncle and cousin in. Left to her, she would be in the kitchen, but Drew had insisted on her being by his side when he welcomed Rich and Maxwell.

She understood the need to present a happy-to-have-you front, but she would have preferred that Drew and only Drew handled them.

Rich was dressed so impeccably in a navy blue suit — and who wore suit to an informal dinner with family? — his salt and pepper hair neatly combed back, not a strand out of place. His icy blue eyes swept her form from head to toe and without a word looked away from her in dismissal. "Drew."

Rich reminded her of an ambush predator's. Patient and calculative. She couldn't place her finger on why, but she disliked him already.

The sound of a catcall jerked her attention away from the sterile greeting between uncle and nephew to where a younger man stood just outside the door.

"How were you able to snag such a sexy lady, cuz?" The younger man's eyes swept her form b