The car door slammed hard, the sound echoing through the driveway. Lena strode quickly toward the house entrance, her face blank as if determined to ignore Axel behind her. Her steps stopped, though, when Axel suddenly grabbed her arm and spun them to face each other.

“What the hell?” Lena snapped, frowning at him.

Axel snorted, his face full of emotion. “That lipstick — it’s yours, isn’t it?”

Lena blinked. “Huh?”

“On Uncle Neil’s lips!” Axel said, his tone sharp as ...