Adrian and James turned at the sound of the voice.
Maxwell was walking toward them with an easy grin, his hands tucked casually into his pockets.
James's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Maxwell?"
Maxwell stopped beside Adrian and nodded toward the car. "Come on, Adrian. Let's get moving. My brother's already breathing down my neck, asking where we are."
Slipping out of the other man's embrace, James hurried after him. "Maxwell… when did you get back?"
Maxwell didn't respond. He simply continued looking at Adrian as if James hadn't spoken.
"Maxwell," James called again, his voice tighter this time.
Only then did Maxwell slowly turn his head. His expression was calm, unreadable.
"What is it, James?"
"I asked you a question."
Maxwell's gaze drifted slowly from James to the man standing beside him before returning to James. A faint, humorless smile tugged at his lips.
"And what question was that?"
