Noah tried to scramble back toward his wheelchair, but a pair of strong, stubborn arms clamped firmly around his waist, dragging him right back down onto the bed.
Noah's face flared a brilliant shade of crimson, and he turned to glare at Adam, who looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Adam, what on earth do you think you're doing?" Noah hissed, his voice pitched in a mix of irritation and sheer mortification.
Ignoring the man beneath him for a second, Noah turned a panicked gaze toward Xavier, his hands waving in the air as if he could physically brush away the scandalous image they had just projected.
"Little brother-in-law, please, it's not what you think at all! It's not like that!"
Xavier didn't look convinced in the slightest.
He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a casual shrug that only made Noah's anxiety spike. "You really don't have to lie to me, Noah," Xavier said, his voice dripping with an amused, knowing tone.
