Caleb Summers looked utterly infatuated.
Butler Walters, standing to the side, cleared his throat. "Master Summers, our master's preferences are... conventional."
"..." Caleb Summers shot him a glare. "Like I need you to tell me! Is a father's love for his son not love?"
"What did you just say?" Nathan Fawcett looked at the flippant Caleb Summers.
Back when Caleb Summers used to hang out with Ethan Linden, he had always been the type to run his mouth. They were bros, after all; they said whatever they wanted to each other.
But now, seeing the look in Nathan Fawcett's eyes, he was scared into quickly correcting himself. "I got it backward! You're my daddy! You're my daddy!"
That afternoon, Anne Sutton had just gotten home. Nathan Fawcett wasn't back yet, but she saw Lana Langley sitting on the sofa in the Linden Family's home.
Anne Sutton asked, "What are you doing here?"
When Lana Langley saw Anne Sutton, she said, "Where's Ethan? I'm here to see him."
