20 Chapter 20

“Either way, that’s your side of the house.” Jason waved a hand. “It’s got nothing to do with me or my crap.”

“It does if you think I’m going to believe a word that comes out of your mouth.” Cameron snorted. “And why is it that every time I tell one of you to leave, you think that’s an excuse to dig in and stay longer? You are no longer welcome here. Go away. Get lost. Vamoose.”

“Jason, just tell him,” Reid said.

“No. He doesn’t need to know.” Jason crossed his arms over his broad chest and sat down on the couch.

Cameron threw the plate with the sage stick into the fireplace. Both Reid and Jason jumped. So did the glass that once held Reid’s orange juice, which fell to the ground, but Cameron ignored it for now. “I am not a piece of goddamn furniture!” Cameron yelled, projecting with everything in him. “This is myhouse, and I am telling you that you don’t get to stay here!”