Chapter Four

The rest of the drive is quiet. Too quiet. Maybe I had overstepped his boundaries.

Feeling guilty, I decide to apologize, “I’m sorry—”

“No it’s okay. Thanks for coming with me.” He throws me as side smile telling me tha everything is ok and that calms me.

He holds my hand, showing me that everything is okay. Telling me that he is not mad at me. Making sure that I feel wanted and appreciated. All the reasons as to why fell in love with him in the first place.

We arrive at the station. He turns off the engine and turns to me after unbuckling his safety belt. He turns to me and the same apologetic expression is back on his face.

“I would ask you to come but—”

“It’s okay. I don’t like the boys in blue anyways,”” I say with a smile.

He leans in and give a tiny smile. “Thanks Claire. I’m sorry about dinner I will make it up to you  I promise.”

“It’s okay,” I comfort, leaning in and giving his lips a kiss. “Now go before they decide to lock him up for good.”

With that he gets out of the car and I pick out my phone and start watching some random youtube videos after I lock the doors from inside the car.

I’m watching a video about a guy that is training his dog to drive when a knock at my window startless me.

It’s dark and I only have the light from the moon and street lights that help me see the one who was knocking at the side of my window.

I was epecting it to be Miles but it isn’t. The guy has electric-blue eyes and golden-blonde hair. He looks a few years younger than his brother but definitely still older than me.

He flashes me his pearly whites like we have known each other our whole lives. I check for Miles but he isn’t there.

Leaning over onto the driver’s seat, where Miles was sitting, I unlock the passengers door and he must have heard the click that announces when a door has been unlocked because almost immediately he rushes in and comfortably settles in.

“You must be the girlfriend. Hi.” He says his eyes locking with mine in the rearview mirror as he sends me a flashy smile like he just came out of the airport from some trip, and not from the police station where he was being held custody.

Not wanting to be rude, I send him a polite one. “You must be the brother, hi too.”

“Great, now that introductions have been said can we get to the part where you ask me why your boyfriend isn’t here with me?”

My jaw almost drops to the floor at his sheer bluntness. Wow. I was so not expecting that.

He just shrugs his shoulders, not caring one bit about what I might think of him. Talk about confidence.

“You look as whipped as he is,” he explains. “He’s signing me out,” he replies.

“Ok, thanks, I guess?” I say but it comes out as a question.

“Anytime, but there’s a way you could show your gratitude…” he trails off and I don’t need to be a mind reader to know what he is thinking and where this conversation is going.

I get being the ‘not caring about what the world thinks’ attitude but hitting on your brother’s girlfriend takes the adjective disgusting to a whole new level.

He must have noticed the modified, disgusted expression I’m wearing before he puts up his hands in his defense. “Whoa, lets not jump into conclusions, okay?”

In response I just narrow my eyes. His brother and his way of expressing himself is making me uneasy. Uncomfortable. I turn to look towards the main entry of the police station, hoping that Miles will somehow magically appear.

What the hell is he signing? And why is it taking him so long?

“Just to be clear, I don’t like you, you are not my type,” he says and I don’t know whether to be offended or grateful.

I turn to look at him. Scanning his clothes. From head to toe. He is dressed in a blue jumper, black jeans and finishes his look with his white sneakers. He looks okay. But seems I’m supposed to be passing off the same message he did before, I say, “Yeah, feeling’s mutual.”

I turn to check my phone. No text. I decide to text him. Who knows maybe they decided to keep the good brother and release the bad one?

Did he offer himself up in exchange for his brother’s freedom?

Don’t be silly Claire.

‘Hey are you camping there?’

The text is sent but the reply isn’t instant. I stare at my phone’s screen in my hand for a minute or so then I check again if the main entry of the police station.

I alternate between the two before I hear, “So, how did you meet?”

I just met his brother, and I wish that I hadn’t. To say he’s beyond annoying would be an understatement.

“We worked at the same place,” I reply, mentally deciding to keep any of our exchanges as short as possible.

“Oh, isn’t that like unethical?” he asks.

I try to hold them back but the words fly out of my mouth before I could do anything. “Are you sure you are the right person to talk to about ethics? You did literally just come out of police custody.”

That shuts him up. Maybe I was a bit hard on him. But he started it. I’m not going to apologize. No, I won’t.

But just like before the words escape my lips before I could hold them back. Screw my good nature.

“I didn’t mean to—” I start, but the driver's door open and Miles climbs in and turns around to look at his brother and then me.

“Is everything okay?”

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