Amelia POV

She pushed past me like I was a coat rack.

Literally.

Her shoulder hit mine, her suitcase scraped against my leg, and I stumbled back two steps, blinking in disbelief as Victoria waltzed into the house like it was hers—like I was the intruder.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice low, shaky.

She didn’t even look at me. Just tossed her coat over the back of the couch and dropped her suitcase right in the middle of the hallway. “Didn’t Maxwell tell you?” she ...