Ethan had no idea whether Melinda was being intentional or not, but she'd told Maria to sit on the other side. Then, after taking a seat herself, she glanced at the chair, then back at Ethan.
Her look said it all: Well? Aren't you going to sit?
A jolt shot through him under her gaze. He was about to suggest to Markham, "Let's find somewhere else for the four of us!" But before the words could leave his mouth, a massive figure suddenly flashed past him.
The enormous body landed with a loud creak as it sank into the chair—just like that, someone had claimed the seat meant for Ethan.
"I'm exhausted..." the man muttered.
After sitting down, he leaned back, slumping into the chair.
"You..." Melinda's eyes widened. Then, with a blink, her expression settled, tinted with curiosity.
"It's you..."
"It's you..." Ethan echoed her words.
"You know him?"
"You know him?"
They turned to each other, speaking at the same time.
