A guard appeared in the doorway of the dining room and cleared his throat. "Sir, Liam is waiting in the security room."
Milo looked at Salvatore. "Why can't he come inside?"
"Why would he need to?" Salvatore didn't look up from his coffee. "He's here to pick you up. That's all."
Milo opened his mouth, then closed it again. It wasn't his house, and arguing about it felt pointless.
He pushed back from the table carefully, the sting in his backside reminding him not to move too fast.
"Where are you going?" Salvatore asked.
"To find Luke. I want to ask him to make something for Liam."
"For what?"
"For Liam. He's probably hungry by now."
"Why would he come here hungry?"
Milo stopped halfway out of his chair.
"Listen, Milo." Salvatore set his cup down. "It's not that I can't feed him. I just don't like strangers in my house eating my food."
"But he's not a stranger. He works with me every day."
