Unwelcome Sight

GENEVIEVE'S POV

“I'm glad you made it!” Weston said, ruffling my hair and taking the box of chocolates and bottle of wine from my hands.

I grinned. “Of course I did!” I ruffled his hair too. “Anything for my crazy brother. Now, are you going to get out of the way so I can come in?”

Weston rolled his eyes and turned around, walking toward the dining table and dropping the gifts I'd brought onto it.