***LANCE'S POV***
My hands tightened around the luggage handles, the plastic biting into my palms as I stared at the two men before me. My stomach churned, with bile threatening to rise. What the hell had they been doing? And… together?
Landon had excused himself earlier to use the restroom and never returned. I'd been waiting for him at the dining table, rehearsing the confrontation I'd been meaning to have. To tell him exactly how shameless he was for showing up here when everyone must have left the table. And at such, after everything we'd shared. After breaking up with me last night. He still had the audacity to step foot in my house.
But before I could speak, Lizabeth's voice cut in, asking the question I'd been meaning to ask since she opened the door and we saw the both of them seated on Adrian's bed.
"What are you doing here?" she asked him, her tone even though her brows arched slightly.
